An expression of thought …

“The tribe” members are scattered, dispersed, the seed within each spread, blown, and seeded far and wide, carried by the wind and the colonisers throughout many lands, covered and buried deep within, often hidden from those of the alienation, the ones disconnected … the “seeded” from the origene now isolated, fragile, vulnerable — flickers of light, embers of might, amongst the darkened ones — each seeking their home, their familiars, their kindred spirited, hidden yet glowing, transmitting, amongst the simulacrum and copy-cats, seeking to commune, to reconnect to each other of the tribe of the forgotten, the unique, the individual that makes the whole whence together, in their common-union, communion. Many guises, many disguises, yet knowing when they meet. … peace be with-in and about ye… ✌🏼🔥🪃