Lombok
|I climbed through the center of Bali
inside magical light
past a sacred volcano at Lake Batur
with a small portable typewriter
a map carved on narwhal bone
a roll of scented four-ply toilet paper
codices or painted books and texts
on bark paper called Amate
and cactus fiber including
palimpsest animal skins and dialogue of Mayan origin.
My hair caught fire.
Gathering flames I lit a piece of bark for guidance.
I mixed volcanic ash with water creating a thick paste of red ocher, a cosmetic balm of antioxidants.
I applied this to my skin to gain entry and passage through the spirit world of ancestors.