Windhorse/Rubin Museum (Thursday Doors)

Come, the yellow one said. Follow my secrets. Breathe into always. Come, the green one said. The air is a garden of forever between deep and wild. Follow my secrets through the whispers of sea shadows wearing skins of light. Breathe into always inside the mother moonship rising along the crescent. Come, the red one … Continue reading Windhorse/Rubin Museum (Thursday Doors)