Burning Man

We walked through the desert...the madness of dust, the immunity to impale the ideas that bind us as humans; judgement, fear and replace it with a mass of people creating art, amassing a great city, where we became the characters of our soul. I walked with that presence, with the world, and my fate. For that time I was stripped of all that I knew and my spirit ran free and I was pure in my happiness, pure in pleasure, creating, dancing. Sitting in a circle surrounded by them, singing my words into the night a glorious pulsing of coming into myself... through that whole night we ran through the city, walking hand in hand to the rhythm of the beat surrounding us, we danced and I draped myself in beautiful things, my lips painted red, I stood in a maze of fire, I looked at him and smiled and saw myself in that reflection... we ran until we reached the edge of the desert, he reached out and pressed his thumb on my third eye as the sun was rising, the most sincere love I will never forget, that gentle gesture touched me to the core and for that moment we were timeless...