A poem on the slow return to a more original state: simply feeling and being. When we give ourselves the spaceto empty the mind,a slow returnto a more original stateopens:becoming the shapeof elementsfrom which we descendand of which we are composed. Clinging to rocks,soaking in sunlight,absorbing waterbecoming like ancestor algaeprimordially silentfloatingin a pool ofbeingfeelingemptying. There …








