With arms raised in joy
Or dragged far behind
The posture one keeps
Can project what’s in mind
With head held up high
Or gaze glued to the ground
The horizon we see
Will reveal where we’re bound
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
With arms raised in joy
Or dragged far behind
The posture one keeps
Can project what’s in mind
With head held up high
Or gaze glued to the ground
The horizon we see
Will reveal where we’re bound