Sexy, sultry, mysterious and hidden.
Previously marked as a villain, “the masked man.”
The daring, the invaders and the hero.
Today the mainstay, the protection, the fabric / the guard interfacing as our life depends on it.
Waiting for this universal catastrophe to end.
Even then, like the eucalyptus aiding the exhale, inhaling deeply healing the wounds of a year.
Can we let go?
The possibility of more pandemics?
People dependent on how well we supersede the molecules and seasonal vigilance.
Masks in the future?
Freedom from the fear,
Joy in the day, sunlight on my back, the fragrance of a rose seeping into the senses.
Challenges ebb and flow as we walk the path of life. Our feet are lifted off the ground, so we’re carried by the faith of the promise of more to come.
Roses are the culture of a past and present memory, I carry with me as a proof of a glory on towards a freedom ever known.
Our people gone before us, most known but some unknown…. Our Lineage carry our history, yet can become undone, with perseverance and joy our line is resewn.