the sensations of embodiment
leave me breathless
with the smallest breeze,
walking across the floor,
reaching for salt,
sneezing…
invite eons of exploration
hold on, that flower is feeding a bee…
12 Thursday Mar 2015
the sensations of embodiment
leave me breathless
with the smallest breeze,
walking across the floor,
reaching for salt,
sneezing…
invite eons of exploration
hold on, that flower is feeding a bee…