Hair adorned with feathers from the hawk’s wings, while the fringes on her skirt swing to the sound of the drum’s steady beat, in circular patterns dance her nimble feet ~ bjf ©
She emulates the eagle as he soars, with fully outstretched arms and hands, colorful beads is what she wore, as she danced upon the hard packed sand.
I’ve realized that people will always see what they want to see because it’s a reflection of their own dreams and ambitions. Because it’s difficult for them to imagine themselves in my lifestyle, they’ll assume the only way …
…precious little chick that is somewhat reluctant to try its wings and discover its full potential . Just like that mama eagle, you won’t rest until you see the little one soar.
It’s a surprise prayerof tight sounds, bright sounds the hot summer’s night sounds — loud as the bay of hounds.
Zikr of the cicada can rude so many ears — like an off-tune gong.
Someone, somewhere, is listening.