Children of the Earth

We take, we use, things are unremembered.

Far away, our sustenance is nurtured by strangers.

A hand reaches out to take the note, unsung.

How lovely the things given up to serve the new ways.

How beautiful the passing down of knowledge.

There is nothing that is needed from you grandmother.

I have my leather bag grandfather.

In the bright light of something that is not the morning sun, tears dry less readily. 

I want you, but you are not holding me as once you did.

Or is it I, that holds you less tightly?

O mother, what do my brothers and sisters eyes now fixate upon?

The flash of the deer tail, the hunter takes aim. Boy remains boy.

O father, have you too remained a boy?

I want to rejoice and hold you O sisters, creating wings for one another. 

To know the power of play, as it follows an honorable harvest. 

Together like a family, the wilderness is not in chaos, work as one heart. 

One heart, one body. 

Love streams easily over the hard places. The river is forever over stones. 

Laughing, traveling from the heart of our cosmos, our one divine heart.

Look around you, my love.