- 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
- “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