Hot rain comes to wash away our words
the soaked earth smells like music touching the startled sky
honey-tears hug memories like unconditional love
deep roots are laughing at our forgetfulness, hiding in empty holes.
The world waits in wet silence
a space to feel itself
the universe floats like a question.
Maiyan Karidi is an artist, writer and anthropologist who has lived and worked on art projects in South Africa, Israel, Fiji and Mauritius.
She writes true stories about her multi-cultural adventures, existential wanderings and surreal experiences.
She writes true stories about her multi-cultural adventures, existential wanderings and surreal experiences.
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- Wet Silence - 28th February 2021