POEM TO MY FELLOW
TRAVELERS in the journey to wholeness
Ah, you – Ah, you – Ah, you 2015 BD101 TfT folk. You brought
every season,
every
color,
every
prayer.
You never
let us get complacent. No stagnant
waters….you kept the trouble in the waters,
moving stillness, yes ~ but an ever changing
stillness.
Carried us
Home
Home
to remember all our relations – and we wanted to run from the fire of their
touch.
Too
hot sometimes, easier to cool off elsewhere.
Cause, we
didn’t want to be mis-taken for such as those, unruly and wounded
creatures.
Oh, my
arms longed to wrap them in a forever, long-overdue embrace. But then, I wanted to slap some sense
into ‘em first – how dare you set us on this path?!
Oh you,
most precious and most raw 2015 bunch – how you niggled at the tit, begging to
be fed by the mother. She, full of
love and longing for her own healing.
Oh
how you fed me, circles within circles.
You nurtured the empty crevices.
I am now wet in places I feared dried up for this
lifetime.
You
brought Staying Power to the fire-dance.
Every time that I thought you might have run off – said, “Enough is
enough,” you stepped back into the ring and softened your fists.
I saw you
touch the back of that one who had disregarded you. Some part of you knew that his dis came from a
life-attempt-to-prove-worthiness.
Knew that your heart and his were inseparably intertwined. (I know….you still don’t like that
fact.)
And,
we were willing to let that other one go.
Well, if she really wanted to. But, we kept our noses poised to catch the sweet fragrance of
the flower trying to unfold within her. It can only unfold when her body, so
close to reclaiming peace, will give permission and allow Well-being.
We were
seeing and knowing together, more and more each time and we chose to stay – to
stand our ground.
Yes, to
speak the best we could,
mis-take and still
return to righter relationship.
Ah,
the courage, as children following the heart into a cave that warns of danger –
and therein, holding each other tightly, bearing down, each in its own way and
bearing down again to bring forth this creation – this new, this old expression
of deep, dark, life-affirming truth.
You,
We – we brought it – dancing to Santana’s demand to:
“Give me your heart, make it real or else forget
about it.”
We
twirled
and twirled
and
twirled each other gently and then, not so.
Tears
flowing, we extended a hand to help each other climb up from the waters –
troubled, healing waters. As we
looked around the gathered circle, we are able to reply to Santana’s refrain,
with full-bodied conviction:
“We gave our hearts, made it real,….yes, we’re
re-membering!”
Ashe
and So it is!!! ~ Niyonu
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