That thing that happens
Every place I ever went becomes
Tattoos on my flesh
On my mind
Hard to stay present
I’m
Floating
In a vision the includes past present and future
Escaping the fancy coffee house for a smoke
Leaning against the wall
Street noise
Motorinos
Traditional and modern indigenous peoples
We are all the same
But no
One is seeing what I see
It’s lovely
And sometimes sneaky
Forcing realization
Integration
Of the broken
And the healing
So many layers of color
Scents to bring me back
But I can’t talk
I
Utter “ uh huhs”
Praying for a safe place to feel
The gift that keeps on giving
The last day in equador
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The last day in equador
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: The last day in equador
all these sensations
reminders you are Alive....
reminders you are Alive....
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
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Re: The last day in equador
a full sensual experience. and i'm there with you, (as much as i can be)
Re: The last day in equador
Life as tattooed in memory. Interesting thought...
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