Describe where you are now, using everything but visual description. Cater to those who respond not only to visuals, but to sounds, smells, sensations. I wrote this alongside some of my favorite warriors at our retreat at Leeloo Cabanas this past weekend. Enjoy!
Rumble, tumble, raspy and low. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, faster, faster, slow. Sky soldiers beating, beating on the world below. With my eyes sewn closed, they all feel cold, sliding slyly down my surface like the slime that lines my nose. A faint scent of smoke fades to the flavor of tomato in my throat.
Soil - slides, slithering, slips, swoosh.
Even the ocean has been silenced.
It's even quieted the sea.
Muffled and muted
Beneath the beat,
A cloud of voices that
Make me feel dreamy.
Otherworldly, but it's mine
At the same time.
Time - slipping, sliding, slithers, swoosh!
Like the air
It tickles my ears
As it shoots through
Chicago-born citizen of the globe, rich in the things that really matter. Let's get weird.