Tamás, incredible that these words could move that experience through you. Very much what I intended, so that means a lot to me to hear!
I would love to read the writing you’re referring to. I haven’t yet! Thank you for opening something for me. That was exactly the message that I was wanting to portray. Becoming God, which is becoming the trees and everything around you when you let go or essentially “die.”
Thank you for your feedback and sharing your experience of this work 🙏🤍
Olivia , again .. beautiful!
Thank you Rob! So glad you think so 🤍🙏✨
Olivia, this really touched me. It felt simple and real, like something you don’t just read but step into.
These lines especially stayed with me:
“I become the douglas fir,
the salt and sea,
allow me to lose myself,
in the storm spiral hours,
where there’s nothing missing.”
They reminded me of Metamorphoses—how Ovid wrote about gods becoming trees. That same quiet merging is here.
Thank you for this.
Tamás, incredible that these words could move that experience through you. Very much what I intended, so that means a lot to me to hear!
I would love to read the writing you’re referring to. I haven’t yet! Thank you for opening something for me. That was exactly the message that I was wanting to portray. Becoming God, which is becoming the trees and everything around you when you let go or essentially “die.”
Thank you for your feedback and sharing your experience of this work 🙏🤍
Dear Olivia, you can find here the books of Methamorhoses: https://www.gutenberg.org/files/21765/21765-h/21765-h.htm
Best, Tamás