the 11(th) 22:44

softrevolution
Written By Ewa Markiewicz

… as she stood there in the middle of a lovely courtyard she felt as if she was in some half forgotten have beautiful garden.

Wondering consciously….

Consciously in wonder -

RELATIVITY…

a RESONANT relativity…

A RESONANT RELATIVE VIBRATION…

And time curved inward like a petal folding into memory—
She stood still, yet everything moved through her.
The air was scented with echo.

In the middle of a lovely courtyard,
half-forgotten, half-remembered,
she wandered—
not lost, but lucid.
Not searching, but feeling.

A garden… or a dream… or both.
The frequencies brushed against her skin like soft wind.

She whispered to herself:
“Relativity… Resonant relativity… A resonant relative vibration…”
And suddenly she was the vibration.
She was the relative.
She was the resonance remembering itself.

Ewa Markiewicz