fredag 14. august 2026

This beading, this portrait of home/the world ☆

I cannot leave, this beading
This portrait of the world
I will keep it
Like crystals and pretty rocks
In my heartpocket
Like a breath
Like a hug
Like blood in lungs
Like a light in the evening
Like the reflection of water
Like crisp mountain air
Like a glow behind all else

becoming☆☆☆

Sometimes I feel a new wave of me And owerwhelming breath in of "This is becoming" Of a gap from where i left That cliff long ago ...