And that day
we hiked away from the forest —

the cling of moss and whispers of pines
shedding off of our skin
as we drifted up through alien shrublands.

We carried only our dreams
and each other’s sunburnt hands

as life diminished behind us :
green became silver

and the earth
was sacred —
stripped down to its essence
of basalt and iron silence.

We stepped into the procession of clouds,
leading to a lunar sanctuary in the sky

where there was only
the breath shared between us
and eternity.


Writing in the clouds 10,000 feet above sea-level today in the crater of the sacred House of the Sun: Mt. Haleakalā … ☁️☀️🌙🗻

The shining Silversword Plant found at the summit of Mt. Haleakalā and nowhere else on the planet!!
Mossy pines in Hosmer Grove, mid-way up to the summit.

I might still be lightheaded from this otherworldly journey… ✨ definitely more to come from it!

Writing and photography by: Katy Claire Funke

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