In case we aren’t home:
Feel free to take a shower
Feel free to not be
Also feel free to not feel free
But Do feel, freely
you know what we’re talking about
If not...
Find what you are looking for
Water the plants, hug the rock.
Feel free to empty the fridge,
Finish the firewood or the toothpaste.
Wash your laundry, have tea.
Unfold your being in the Galaxy room.
Also,
celebrate,
coming, going
And the moment inbetween
dig a hole and bury yourself, be naked under the sun
you know,
Have deep sleep,
Wake up rested
Leave in peace
Or stay.
We will be back eventually.
About the Creator
Cifer Mushu
Poetic and Mythic Realist
Dreamtime Nomad
more of a mover than a writer,
but words dance too
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Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp a day ago in Wander
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