Akin to a chant of earth and fire
Beneath the dark skin of a profound world,
circles pulse, veins resonate.
The soil remembers. It whispers in a round
the ancient songs, bestowed by silence.
Each point, a star's imprint,
a memory rising, unspoken,
a thread taut between sky and rock,
where origin, spiraling, takes flight.
Here, the stride no longer keeps time,
it glides to the ancient rhythm of unfolding petals.
Shapes unfurl, cling, reassure —
a cartography of wild memory.
And in the fiery ochre and amber lands,
the brush delves, gathers, unites.
This is not mere paint, but a language,
a body that speaks to bodies which tremble.
