When I ask the wind of us,
it tells me to listen.
Seeing the invisible force
of everything unfolding.

When I ask the river of us,
it invites me to let go.
An empty shell breaking open
on the raging coastline.

When I ask the forest of us,
it dares me to get lost.
In the mysteries
yet to unfold.

When I ask the earth of us,
it asks me to plant.
“What do I want to harvest?”
in the time to come.

When I ask of us,
life tells me to expand.
Despite it all
what my father,
my mother and my priest say.
Get wide, instead of small!