After each visit I wonder how to bring your knowledge overseas, closer to my home. How to even begin to explain what I experienced, wrap into words what should be touched, inhaled, felt through the pores of the skin. Minutes stretching to infinities while sipping tea with a little spoon in the middle of the afternoon. The vibration of all the other bodies moving through me like a soft breeze. I lean against the train’s window, the smell of the ocean still lingering on my clothes. What I can always bring home is the light you set inside me. I can let myself be fragile, like a shell ready to be cracked, new life flowing into me. I can leave space for the unknown and nurish the light until it beams out of me and there is no more need for words to explain.
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