Ivan in Abstracts
@ivan-in-abstracts.com
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Visual poetry in light and shadow. I don’t just take photographs — I create emotional spaces where dreams, vulnerabilities and truths meet. #PoeticalNude #BeyondTheVisible --------- ivan-in-abstracts.com/en
![[1. The Awakening]
In the tangle of old life-veins,
a soul climbs upward, bare and torn,
naked with itself, mid ancient pains:
When was the start? And what before?
Its fingers reach toward unborn light,
yet hold the clock’s slow turning back.
The branches creak, they whisper fright,
of earthen grief and joy gone slack.
She does not fly, nor does she fall,
a body floating deep in shade.
Where neither dawn nor light meets call,
she weaves the dream that onward sways.
No up, no down, just dark’s embrace,
a life that lingers soft and veiled.
Entwined within root’s wild maze,
a lonely heart that deeper sails.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:bb6iose6tstsb26dhvte2mhb/bafkreicbdni7ubcmiklymkzo72g4xd6s2scp77necdguzpvqj3ry3t4cje)
![[2. The Stillness Within]
She leans inside a breathing space,
no more to flee, no more to fight.
The time that once awoke her pace
now rests within her hands, held tight.
A breath of wind through leaves is cast,
the branches bend in quiet play.
She listens - hearing none but past-
her storm grows still and fades away.
Her gaze dissolves in weightless drift,
her body calm, a soundless thread.
Entwined with life, once torn and swift,
the fear dissolves, though pulses tread.
No urge remains, no goal, no strain,
just being in the room’s embrace.
A resting deep in earthen grain -
a soul that heals in silent grace.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:bb6iose6tstsb26dhvte2mhb/bafkreiepkxwjiab4tsr4zr4gslufbrtgblwvlz4hqs4ufrcgqdqjk2wpoe)
![[3. The Revelation]
A body stretched between two spheres,
with veins that trace the silent stone.
No pain, no cry – just dream appears,
as root flows in, and she’s alone.
A breath that gives the earth a kiss,
the wind, it dances through her mind.
She knows she need not fall from this,
for roots within her gently bind.
A balance held in strength and grace,
formed in a ring of wood and dust.
Her body now a quiet face,
her soul remains in sacred trust.
This is not end – but where it starts,
in arcs that open wide and free.
The sand of time flows through all parts,
where self dissolves from time, and be.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:bb6iose6tstsb26dhvte2mhb/bafkreibe23eq4dumscjtclocekw57dw6mydouln4p6u6sbtle5o7kjjt3y)
![Keuschheit ist ebenso wenig eine Tugend wie Unterernährung.
[Alex Comfort]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:bb6iose6tstsb26dhvte2mhb/bafkreidojc6lo5rgppgcgjwgbv3e53yr5vpoorhbd3xeykfftdmxeoi7dm)
