Dead Can Dance
indian ink, watercolour and gouache on paper
17.32 inches × 16.02 inches
am so far away,
missing all the things
I use to say and think (:)
`Higher Self,
too much space
between you and me.
Oh, it feels like
dark and pessimistic tragedy.´
But then - the very unexpected -
solutions show up
from beside the path. Still affected,
I finally could find them only,
cause of walking on,
and finding love.
PS: If too tired
for walking,
the bell hopefully
Melle Diete, January 2015