• I am not the collection of nagging critic
    • looped in my head
  • I am not the piece of garment
    • wrapped around my body
  • I am not the stream of second-hand ideas
    • heedlessly run on the surface
  • I am not the knee-jerk, check it off the list category
    • discounted to be forcibly boxed in
  • My skin color does not define the true essence
    • of what my past times on Earth written to me
  • My hair texture does not paint the whole picture
    • of my soul pigment
  • My eye shape does not register with
    • the fleeting impression of feeling understood
  • My lips do not grant the voice of others
    • to put me downward spiral
  • i am not my stories
    • nor my ancestral narratives
  • i am not a one-tap-away QR code
    • read and generated by machines
  • I am not the manmade frequency of
    • socially engineered algorism
  • I am not my mental shortcuts
    • nor mental models created for me
  • I am not a sample of my physical attributes,
    • traits, abilities, inabilities
  • I am not my false evidence
    • appearing real (F.E.A.R.)
  • I am not the matrix and divided consciousness
    • that can be effortlessly torn apart
  • I am not my unpolished, raw
    • face-scape
  • I carry the crisp, first breath
    of the spring breeze
  • I kiss the fertile ground
    • let loose, bloom wilder
  • I take cosmic wings
    • of the soul
  • I savor the mist
    • of the afterglow
  • I tattoo the ‘je ne sais quoi’ atlas
    • of the double rainbow
  • I am re-united
    • with the inner Sirius,
    • the timeless guiding spirit
    • of rose dew
  • i give alchemizing birth to a touch
    • of the singing bowl
    • that rings the infinite indigo
    • with grace, hope, and radiance.
  • ~By rose, 12:38 am, 6/11/22
Out Of Gravity – The Greenhouse
  • “I live my life in growing orbits which move out over this wondrous world, I am circling around God, around ancient towers and I have been circling for a thousand years. And I still don’t know if I am an eagle or a storm or a great song.”
  • ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

Header phonography feat. Kanas Lake in Kanas Nature Reserve
Road trip in Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region 2021

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