Fractal eyes in the sky
Cloud whispers
Dense or sparse, slow or fast, we move with the wind, suspended in thin air, flying in million-storied pilgrimages.
We’ve been circling from the depths of the earth, through living pulsating bodies and reaching the higher abyssal heights of the sky — submerging, emerging, and back again.
Organic and porous droplets, penetrate in togetherness.
We gather around sacred peaks, grazing topographies, swirling and swaying in a holy dance.
We are vulnerable, veiled translucent bodies, playing in hazy elevations.
We roar and sing, thundering and breaching the skies, unleashing wild offerings, and plasmatic bonds upon the raw earth.
Fractal eyes in the sky, journeying droplets pilgrims, nurturing the withering soil or drowning and choking the earth.
Within our aquatic bodies, we whisper mysteries through the breeze and fierce winds.
A million fractal eyes in the sky, diffracting and reflecting time and place.
We crack light, releasing shadows and bright, colorful spectrums.
Kairotic spirals stir and awaken, moving into existence.
Reaching the sun and the moon, bridging cosmic and chthonic bodies. Rushing in silence, waving, rumbling, crumbling.
Weightless, clusters of subtle crystals, ethereal patterns of ancient nebulous memories.
Braving in impermanence, we sense and see in multiple fractal dimensions.