In the auspicious territory of finding the self,
identity crises expand, where drooping willows sing songs of truth,
humility creates a higher force,
songs of hummingbirds continue to fascinate the onlooker.
Inside each word the speaker contains a destination,
connotations move inside the heart’s vestibule,
holy scriptures speak towards lies and truths and the in between,
love thyself becomes anything but, merely a slogan,
expressions form beyond potential,
scaled dragons form a strong hold inside terrified chambers.
Laughter becomes acceptance, whilst, higher love illuminates,
strangers pass hands as if exchanging loaves in heaven,
it is a phenomenon of existence where one is loved for who they really are.
Anna Rozwadowska 2020