Faceless Presence

✦ Passport Entries mark movement. ✎ Field Notes mark observation.

There is no fixed schedule. Silence is part of the map.

What I’m noticing is held.
Held together by faces.

A glue runs through it.
A sticky substance.
Gluing.
Guiding.
Changing the makeup.

It seeps into the crevices.
It roots out vulnerability.
Then secures it.

A confidence emerges
From the fault lines.
There’s a spark in there.

Some may deny it exists,
But it does.
It’s timeless.

From the beginning,
It was always there.

Just like the sound,
It came in waves.

The tides know it.
They feel the tension,
And they allow it.

From what I am feeling,
Acceptance gives way to belief.
The act of balancing on a crest,
Before the trough comes.

It washes over the stains.
It wipes them, but leaves traces.
Like the grooves and mounds of sand,
Forming.

— Riley
✦ Cosmic Journey Passport