FALLEN ANGELS ON THE RUN


The air is surely these angels’ element of freedom,
as they are to become one flesh with the birds
amid the ebb and flow of fugitive infinity.
To be away from home and yet to feel
oneself everywhere at home,
to be at the centre of the world,
and yet to remain hidden from the world,
 erratic aliens finally hooked on fatal trips.

 

Author: transmutation.me

I like travelling through the diverse realities and cultures of this world not only as a tourist. So this may also happen by simply imaginating the hidden rivers and caves of consciousness where postmodern nomads are crossing wide endless landscapes leading to a dream of no-where. My favourite areas are deserts like the sahara or high mountains, as in these empty terrestric regions the far-away horizon and sky is no limit anymore but a possible gate to inspiration and freedom. Posts will be published normally in English, but whenever appropriate also only in my mother tongue German. Unless otherwise mentioned or individually specified (for example by naming the author, artist, etc.) all texts, photos and/or graphic illustrations in this blog are subject to © transmutation.me which may please be respected.

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