Take me higher and higher
Until I touch the Source of my own Light
For I have touched the centre of my own sorrow

Without which there can be no inspired contrast
No legacy of trials transcended
Spread across canvas like great works of Art

For what is life without contrast?
A sky without distinction?

A cloudless vast blue no-thingness
Is like an ocean of vacant beauty
Without current, ebb and flow
A musical monotone
An expression of unevocative sublimity

But a sky dignified by pure light billows transformed
Once heavy with tears
And darkened with sorrow
Is a sight to behold

An elevatory moment
A blue and white Elysian Field

That calls to the Heart
The very Soul
To rise Higher and Higher
And reach for the LIGHT
That is SOURCE –

Words/Photography – Nicolya Christi

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