The singing Bird II

*the Singing Bird II* by pillangó

Hunger

 

hunger is not
that emptiness in your stomach
it is when your skin has melted
leaving glass roots fragmented
patterns of memories dripping on your
breath
it is when you try to catch one of those crystal
threads
which lost you on a way from home
don’t say hunger is not
empty

 

Your Body is a Temple

Creating Space

Little Lady growing Seeds and Birds