a constellation of memories exists
beneath this weight-filled blanket
wandering in these labyrinths
through the vertiginous symmetries of infinity.
Wearing mirrors around their necks
as the Huichol Indian Tribe would do
trekking for miles and miles through
the endless desert
for a sense of reflection and self-discovery
except they trek through the cosmic lands
dripped in honey
with feminine dresses
navigating through this spiritual dark + light
deciding to sail
sail their heart caves
they send off the sail-boat filled glass bottles
with a piece of optical phosphorescent selenite
so whomever finds it down here,
can place the optical selenite on the sail boat
witness the rainbow darts of light
contained in the heart cave
with all it's minerals, birds, fish, algebra, architectures and fire
the complexity & fragility of the human or non-human heart
Sioux, Prisma + Proa are the future nomad wanderers
curving their shoulders and saying something philosophic
exuding a brilliance
so radiant and transcendent
the elaborate compass takes off with its wings
toward the path of the squid and the whales
from one end to another
the infinite universe with all its inhabitants
and what is the purpose they thought?
these celestial beings decided to tap into
their innate creative minds for change
they decided it really was time to take the risk
and no longer remain tight in a bud (as Anais would think)
making a pact
for shape-shifting
on the backs of the giraffes,
they disappeared into the wilderness.....
Inspired by Borges, Peter Beard, Andrea Burden, & my own fantasy.
By: Belle.
Written May 2010
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