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Bare

I laid bare on the Earth late last night.  I couldn’t see anything before me. 

I released my loose clothes from my skin and made way for the wind to touch my grown ass body, void of boundaries or insecurities. The sage I lit glowed like the full moon in celebration of a quiet, cold, pleasing moment.  As I waved the smoke around my nudeness, a body the color of aged red clay, I relaxed further into the moment and honored the brilliant life I had created, even the areas that I didn’t quite understand. Sitting on my knees in prayer position, I began moving my hips in slight circular motions, drawing sacred energy inward and upward through the base of my pelvis and navel into my heart of many chambers. I placed my hands on my power centers, enabling them to turn clockwise—trusting, clearing, and opening. I had no judgements about my breath. I breathed in my liberation song and allowed thoughts to mirror the smoke from the sage, to show up and float away. The Earth’s vitality deeply rooted inside the folds of me and expanded throughout my entire Being— cleansing, clearing, and twirling. My hands and body began pulsating in orgasmic waves, as the energy rippled throughout the invisible unnamed parts of me. Smiling from ear to ear in repose, fully present in the damp mist of history.

Besides, I could have been anywhere else in the world last night. But I chose to be here. Bare.

True story by Anja Mhusurat “India” Olowokande-Ame’ye

Self-portrait (2012)