
I stand at a crossroads, in the middle of a bridge, at a constant state of liminality. Appreciating what is from above and what is from below, enjoying the midst of it all, as many settle for a road.
I might have a mind of my own, yet simultaneously it is not mine at all. I appreciate the pigeon far in the distance, completely unaware of the sight already behind me. Yet somehow I still know.
I have seen them change, I have seen them stuck, and even seen them free themselves-
Yet, the tendency to follow a road never seems to leave their eyes.
Word Etymology
Rūha: coming from Akkadian meaning Breath/Spirit
Elegua: coming from the Yoruba term Eleggua and Èṣù, representing a being inbetween worlds. A trickster that challenges perspectives.
There is more to life than one perception, one truth, one law, and one order. The touch of uncertainty and unpredictability fuels our souls into a state of self-awareness. For in life, nothing is certain, and nothing will ever be.
A familiar road is not reliable, and most definitely changes into something unrecognizable.
For all things in life are liminal, and clinging to certainty is the manifestor of cycles.