"(By painting again, she returns to the world of the spheres)"
There's no life in the world, When mankind misses itself Crushed as an object In a clockwork of flesh But a hidden treasure, That glows in your chest, Forms a veil of awareness - The mild waves of art
A heart is blackened, a dark sea lies grey, A soul is wasted, because you obey -
The enlightened sea, its swelling waves will surround you Humanity grows Unleashing your power - the waves will ignite you Humanity returns
Oh, you feel yourself, Your heart pulsates, you shatter black illusions from the eyes You enter unknown spheres of opened minds - Sinking into a fair delight
So she paints and leaves the world behind, Out of a golden hope that fills her mind All the dreams she forms that will occur, Colours from the heart will shelter her from fear
The aspiration is feeding her work The frame enlightens to the bright arcadian gate The gleam of white is soaking her in Landscape uncloses, a feast under the blue