feel sad but dont want to burden you with more sadness, so i just do join both hands in prayer to the skies and wish the souls of the departed are warmingly welcomed there, in bliss
The great sea stirs me. The great sea sets me adrift, it sways me like the weed on a river-stone. The sky's height stirs me. The strong wind blows through my mind, It carries me with it, so I shake with joy."
Poem by an Iglulik Inuit woman.
PS. The Eskimo word "anerca" means both "breath" and "poetry". As natural as breathing...
much love from far away. still dreaming of making sounds. how does it get like this?important things get pushed back and chaos springs forward. condition of the ego. are you still there?
