Brahma was excessively sparing with earth, water and fire...
The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggeled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the Horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin.
... And then as before seen
done by her grandpa,
she watched carefully,
the magic that occured,
when she gave her friends,
just enough comfort,
so they could be themselves.
An illustration for Majid Etemad
Dreams ~ are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you