Weightless Where the Wind
High above where the condor soars, weightless where the wind washes her and sets her free, I fly to dream,...
High above where the condor soars, weightless where the wind washes her and sets her free, I fly to dream,...
My bench is at the edge of a marsh along the lake. I face a field of wide wet green...
What began when my mother gave my body to the light. What I prepare for, what I walk towards. What...
Today I woke up curious, my filters grown transparent. I saw the spikey cactus dancing. I felt my body dance,...