Surrounded by endless peaks
Dust in flurries up ahead
I felt a ***** ache
That felt so at home.

Walking in my hiking boots
My cowboy hat
Rolled up jeans
The sun high up above
I've stood atop haystacks
And had I been born a man
I might have owned some guns.

I looked out into the domino filled forest
As drums and music flooded my ears, my body
And fluttered my eyes
Making sure I was okay
Long black hair humming songs
And creating patterns
I felt lighter, and more ready.

An accountability
For my own solitude
Back in the vibration of high space
Ticking and tacking away
The numbers of creation
And rooting for something
That did not exist prior.

I chugged my luggage through
And it all feels like a dream now
But like a sacred land
Where I found my heart
And the deep contentment
Of simplicity
Knowing myself in the morning
The middle of the day
And at the end.

When I returned
I felt a pinch
Of a lacking of arms
To say oh hi hello baby
You were missed baby
So I said it to myself
In my little
Fruit fly home.

I create and I dictate
With sincerity and surrender
And know to think back
On the red rock
The multilayered canyon
And the black ink forever stained to my arm
And remember that ball of light
I discovered in the cave
As a gift to me
From my.