I step mindfully on the rivers edge
As to not stumble and fall.
The water is very patient in this, its journey,
To shape the earth whether a drop or
A cascade.
I must stop and steady myself if I wish to lift my gaze to the heavens.
I hear a thousand voices in the winds.
Even the eagles above and the river
Below join in the chorus of our ancestors;
It is always love.
We cannot change the past
But we certainly can make sure we send nothing but love
Into the future.
We can refuse to continue throwing
Hate and anger into the future for the children to clean up.
We are here and we are now.
We are not living anyones life but our own.
We are here and now.
What can we do in the here and now to love?
Forgive. Honor. Cherish. Listen.
We can refuse to throw debris and the weight of hate forward into little hearts and hands
To catch.
We lay it down here.
We let it go now
So they may be free;
Have room to
Hold, love, carry and help.
Enough
Is enough.
Accept we are enough and they too are enough.
Love is enough.
Loving hearts, loving minds and loving actions.
You locked me in a room
Then turned off the circuit breakers leaving me
Alone in the dark.
You knew I was terrified of ghosts,
Turning up the music to drown out my cries.
Telling me the demons were waiting to
Devour me whole;
To take my soul.
You did not know that they would
Turn and take care of me.
You did not know my Warrior Ancestors were there and would teach me
That love is the spark within that never
Yields.
I was not alone.
I learned to dance with my Ancestors and our
Beauty created an indistinguishable fire
Within.
I learned a timeless courage
And smiled at the challenge you created.
Thank you.
For without you
I would have never experienced
All this firsthand.
People would have spoke of these things and I would
Have dismissed them as crazy.
Now I am one of them.
I
Sat in the jungle
And disolved into the stillness.
Jaguar approached me
And pierced my skin.
As blood fell to the jungle floor
She said,
“This is the blood of everyone.
The anguish of your mothers
And fathers
Has already been shed.
You are anew.
You choose to carry pain from the past
Because you believe
You are supposed to.
Release it.
It is not yours to carry.
Your ancestors
And all of the universe
Wish for you to
Let it go.”
Our ancestors speak in
Whispers
To the soul.
They have learned,
They know
That when speaking in
Loud rumblings,
In anger
You cannot hear.
This is what echoes back to you.
So,
They whisper in love and kindness
When all is quiet
To remind us
Of
The way.
Chole Into Diamonds 