All I can do is marvel at the colors painted in front of me. There are so many lines that conjure up different images.

"Ideas buried in stated material digs wants to fury." First of all, wow. Second, this feels like when I give up on my intuition for the "safe" route, and how my inner knowing fights back against the safe thinking.

"Shaking ground reflects a sky that pours" is probably one of the coolest ways I've heard a storm described, at least that's how I read it.

"A no can test the waters of time". This one feels deep and defiant. I love it.

Thank you for this piece, Jill!