I feel the earth underneath our feet; the earth our ancestors walked. And they are walking with us, still.

look attentively; the peaks, the valleys and the glistening. within your eyes, viscous earth

Inhale from the surface of soil. As molecules saturate cavities of your nose; your memory recognizes the composition of earth 

Lightly rest your hand on its surface, skin to skin. Feel  the tingle in your palm; under your hand is  the earth's skin.

The fluidity reprises in ash, delivering softness to its next shape

a cloudy appearance of remembering and re-remembering scattered by the ever-present droplets, disseminating in random directions until a moment of equilibrium

in between a person and another person, a person and an environment, a person and a piece of history, a piece of history and a material, a material and a person...

the sugar is constantly transforming from one state to another-- a plant, a candy, a liquid, a memory, a manuscript, a name, many names. 

...but no one remembered P3303, and one of the most ancient names for cane sugar in Chinese.