#41

She sits, legs crossed, and offers white words of wisdom, offers release, from ones and zeroes and concrete and orange neon lights. With eyes closed she looks directly at me, through her skin and mine, through blood and bone, further, and pauses, holding her inward gaze as she whispers the word explore. She presses forehead to ground and kisses the earth, rising again, lips sprinkled with black dirt. Remember where you came from.