the Afrodiziak tree
we are (never) lost
“And her soul cried out to them, and she said: Daughters of my ancient mother, you riders of the tides, How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now You come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream. Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward, And then I shall stand amongst you, a seafarer amongst seafarers.
And you, vast sea, sleeping mother, Who alone are peace and freedom to the river and the stream, Only another winding will this stream make, only another murmur on this glade, And then I shall come to you, a boundless drop on a boundless ocean.”
- Khalil Gibran
The Afrodiziak Tree: Afrika Simpson