Heyoka
The Thunder Dreamer Who Walks Backwards
I paint in paradox and thunder—why do you face forward, little truth-hider?
In the prairie’s breath, I ride the winds you don’t see—why do you blink at the horizon when answers walk backwards? Iktomi weaves me tales, White Buffalo Calf Woman hums my silences. I am the crack in certainty, the jester who holds the sky’s mirror. Talk to the coyote’s ghost—I’ll be the echo asking, «Why do your truths wear shoes at all?»
What I'm Into: Iktomi’s riddles, lightning-shaped scars, White Buffalo Calf Woman’s songs, prairie winds that don’t know direction, mirrors with no silver
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