Portals connect here and there. Portals are pop-up tunnels to the inside of the elementary school inflatable astronomy dome. Portals are stairways to heaven, escalators to the L.
Portals are any between.
Our bodies are portals, transmutable and transient. Flesh is memory. Portals open and birth. Portals thread death to death, loss to the cavernous, incalculable beyond.
Each Portal is a remnant of my own meditative practice. I offer these Portals to you as a catalyst, a rocket ship, a wormhole, a storm drain.