Beautiful and impure,
dirty with life
as those who prefer real mud to images of gold.
Never hiding solitudes and uncertainties,
tomorrows without home
and chaos with no destiny.
Light and empty,
permeable, messy.
Abolishing bad faiths
and replacing them with gut feelings.
Her only religion is her will to thrive,
the love for impermanence and the search for the raw.
A new world filled with fresh beginnings,
open flesh
open mouth
the willingness to everything eat and spit
to being fed with the milk of the future.
Come and see,
she's here.
Open to affect and be affected
to see and be seen
to fall and rise again.