The darkness hits.
Consciousness turns belly up.
Yes, I see you.
Yes, I know you in myself.
Keep moving.
No matter what you see and hear.
Keep love.

1 comment:

Jfrancessmith said...

The first photo that you are showing, tweaks my imagination. The one that is a prayer for Rainy, take a look at the shadows on there, I visualize the ancestors sitting, speaking to us. On the far right end, a flag flying, speaking, Blood Was Not Shed In Vain.perhaps, Spilled Blood of Ancestors spins into rubies, in the face of the sun. Enjoy this day of the New Moon. Peace, Joan