I haven’t been born here. But this has been my home since ages now. There are no walls, no concrete here. Yet no oblique thoughts pervade the empty spaces.
I do not have default relationships here to draw strength from. I am only connected to the breathing land and pulsing waves… the ones I have mothered and brought to life. And they give me force enough to keep alive.
There are colours of abstraction that drape the landscape here, and the same sun that shines across the polarized worlds. I see reflections in the wet sand that keep me grounded and gleefully insane.
I am myself and the others… the others who are visitors to my territory. They emerge out of me and together we laugh, cry, explore, play, fight, love, and follow no protocols.
And here I live in blissful abandon.
