Tethered together by various shades of knowing
we flow into one another the way that day bleeds into night
Intertwined as past is future is now,
we harvest the bounty of Mother Earth
as she births life anew in our souls
From the depths of our bellies God cries out to be set free
Yearning for us to create and release,
to let it all go, if only so it can return to us once more
In new form
With new shape
Nestled around old beings
As the ancient wisdom of ancestors root us to the ground
and self expression urges us to soar
returning home to a sacred place that will always lie within
Can you see it?
Will you allow your heart space to beat with it?
To take on old rhythms as they dance to new melodies?
Remember that we are the children of the Sun
nothing can die here
All can only be composted
into
new
breath
--LaTasha K., Adult