Every so often, the mysterious Cosmic Canoe appears on my path, winding its way through the waters of darkness.
When I reach the riverbed of my river, it is never the same. I wonder how many times it has changed its skin without warning?

Could it be that he is inviting me to sink?

As I swim in the black, mute water at the bottom of the river, that luminous yellow skin painted with black diamonds and stripes finally emerges within me.

Inside me
passion red entrails
They give life to new ways of existing.

Souls everywhere. Life aboard the Serpent Canoe I became. Even before I was born.

Even after death.