journeys

at times i feel lost i dont know what is up nor how is down

i search through my dreams looking for light

i paint galaxies on my feet

embracing the universe inside me

 reflecting on what i have been and what is yet to become

listening to the silence of the constant wind

nakedness as an expression of self

beauty in the eye of the beholder

love beckons over my shoulder

to a world where kindness radiates

flowers bloom from within

the sun shines the whole day through

  

for a little while

in this nomad spirit of mine

i shall stay where the flowers grow wild

i am beautiful dressed in lace

following my heart

guiding me to the next place

this moment and this moment alone is perfectly imperfect

'imperfection is the most beautiful of it all'

once spoke the wise old musician

who sat by the flume

with his harmonica

dressed in velvet green


photos and words by maia-rose