What is the nomadic soul?
A masterful glassblower’s alchemical furnace,
Whose sacred breath pours forth itself;
Annointed herald summonsing dust to life,
Dancing particles of ethereal light;
This turning wheel of diaphanous fire,
Fanned by whirling winds of desire;
Coiling tentacles longingly reach out,
Fractal geometry yearning to see itself;
Fibonacci spirals seeking cosmic connectivity,
Sparking erruptions attempting fusion;
Collecting shards of broken rainbow glass,
Welding together a stained window existence;
That magical mandala emerging in focus,
The twist and turn of a kaleidoscope lens.