SUSUMBA’SBOOKBAG June 2018
Neala Luna Lightning Glass Beneath Shifting Sands We found our feet on a pebble-stone shore where Caribbean waves etch time on rock, and shattered continents crossed oceans gifting us minerals to mine for words. Our histories, a clanging maelstrom of salt, sweat and rain still ride Atlantic currents thrown up on stolen beaches, yet leave swash in swirling pools to teach travellers to trust: Listen to north-eastern winds for grace in hurling gale and doldrums, inhale each storm with grateful breath and exhale night’s lessons in whispers back to sea. Stoke Truth’s embers amidst Ego's ash to ignite voices that smoulder and singe, daring to burn off tainted, tortured skin, and stand triumphantly bare, open to the Sun the collective roaring essence of Us, our bones, our sight and untold storylines new born of earth, water, air and fire.
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