all I ask is what I give.

all I ask is



viewing beauty in difference,

in the unknown.

People bind tightly to



and idealism.

Yet, there is an endless supply of that which cultivates a community. A mentality. An understanding or a dis-understanding.

I want to sew my seeds deep, deep in the bowels of this land. Of Pachamama herself–

I want to bathe in the endless streams of life

of the living.

To do this,


I must always be empty

in order to become full,

to once again become empty.

To hold no prejudice,

instead to just experience–

because ultimately our only enemy is our ignorance.