Photo by Renè Müller on Unsplash I entered the sun like getting on a bus
But first: A flight to highest atmosphere above earth circling clouds I, satellite drop back down This the daily practice: Rocket up, aim for sea This the job: Train for sun ship My first try I miss water Hit sand's edge My trainer doubts I'm ready I prove her wrong In transit now These days we enter the screen itself to chat 3D conversations across solar system Immersed in web like suffocating flies But how else to connect? Nearing destination Everything is now/then/next I see forever at once Our star flares, timelines unite I wait on floor lying down knees up legs triangles Remember future: I ate our sun like a spoonful of potato leek Light entered me This was training This was dream This was real Heat protruded through fingertips, toes Everyone said I looked brighter in spirit I felt heavy, bound Sweating gold flame This is tomorrow Next year Never The moon swallowed the sun Swallowed me This never happened This is happening right now This is happening to you I entered the sun Entered you Entered a time when everything was love/kindness/truth Entered a lie Entered our future Entered our dreams
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$1, $10, $100, whatevs :) Heidi KraayProcess notes on a work in progress (me). This mostly contains raw rough content pulled out of practice notebooks. Occasional posts also invite you into the way I work, with intermittent notes on the hows and whys on the whats I make. Less often you may also find prompts and processes I've brought to workshops, as well as surveys that help me gather material for projects. Similar earlier posts from years ago can be found on: Archives
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