When I cast my gaze down towards the growth marks on my legs, pearlescent cracks in my dust-rose-toned skin, I see satellite images of landscapes shaped by vast waterways, ambling on the tops of my thighs.
Pictures of parched and contoured earth sculpted by rivers, skeletal carvings of tributaries
Are reflected in my body, the ocean-tinted veins beneath coloured wild like virid streams.
An imprint of the nature that is all around, of our cosmic beginnings and our breath and life within,
Born of the Universe
is who we are.
