chasing waterfalls

today, i drove a long drive into the clouds on the back of a motorbike, alongside a gentle man who was concerned for my enjoyment. we drove straight for the clouds. past trees that curled like my hair, that curled like these words. past families of monkeys who look loved and well fed. past stalls of fresh fruit positioned in front of the farms from which their produce emerged. we drove through rain drops and light showers—into the clouds. i have the freedom to drive two hours because i fancied so. i have the freedom to drive however long it takes for my renewal. we drive into the clouds, so that mother nature will be before me, her legs opened, her creativity and love flowing into rivers and back into oceans. we drive into the clouds, so that i can feel at home in her waters—waters high in the mountain, waters held sacred, waters for me to fall into with peace. here, i pray to ground in my power, center my creativity, activate my divine path. here, i pray for a life of creation where i can ride into the clouds to feel the world flow and love and caress me. here, i pray without words. here, i pray with my feelings.