Look at what we cultivated during our road trip to the west..
a black swan feather fell in my lap and covered my shivering body biboh! biboh! read my opposite foot for traces have got me walking here listen to my slower wing beat for thy might channel me singing
dance dissolving clouds bare the skin of the nucleus intertwined wooly but not to underestimate this medicine fungi comrade in living space
when in the desert I can feel my heart connecting the pulse of the earth soothes when in the desert it makes me want to kick off my shoes and start walking in natures pace
“Our bodies are Nomads in Time”
dance like a peninsula tied to my fixed existence because this ship of the desert is leaving for the woods again where it ought to live from its own savanna once more And there I am….packing…again! Making everything ready for our trip to somewhere. Will I find my home this time? …I do hope so..Continue reading “Ship of the Desert”