Light and smoke blossoms from the barrel of a gun as they lay waste to the only home I have ever known and stake their claim on this land where my ancestors toiled under a smoldering sun, wrinkles on face, sweat on back, callouses on hand.
Stolen plunder rots in gold and marble jars while I watch my children collapse from hunger and my husband hang himself on that old tree, watered by the blood of generations gasping for air under the banner of the unfree.
Tonight, I cry out to Mother, Father, Aunt, Uncle, since the voices of my children have dried up and my husband’s body has returned to the earth, but I stand, an emaciated shell, nonetheless standing with one more scream, one last sob, another step, I shall carry this banner until we all become free.
I found myself waiting for love i already own. Found myself in every reflection. No recollection of home. My heart called my name and this time I recognized. heavy rains of mother earth washed away my masks so i bear no disguise. ancestors became clearer when i looked inside the mirror i remember my true beauty reflecting so pure i see nothing clearer . i love myself... i am love i am light i am energy so free and abundant i am cosmic i am source divine creation of masculine and feminine combined infinite intelligence wonder and wisdom. everlasting love, companion to life itself. "break free, my child" intuition whispers to me voice as soft and sweet as sugar cane no longer a victim of ILLusion and strife i root myself deep and call back in all my power so my friend, as you read this, consider it your final hour what will your bring with you into this new earth? wake up. wake up. wake up.
help me be like a tree strong and mighty healing energy let me be like the wind always there no beginning or end guide my soul as i start again. sacred womb filled with deep desires divine flame that lights my fire guarding, guiding, dodging out the dark unique individual creating a spark. my sacred spider spirit guide i come to you within the night weaves webs of hope on my thorn pricked thighs morning rises dew drops drip on my bed water heals my worried dread reflections of truth act as a reminder to soften my heart and always be kinder may i always remember my destiny and who i was made to be remove my ego and pride so now i can see, IN LA'KECH i am u and u are me
Each time we sneeze a flower blooms across the sea. I squash 6 clementine slices into my oatmeal the tangy juice combined with earthy grains feels a lot like the sunrise peeking through the kitchen.
The condensation outside the kitchen window is like citrusy carbonated rainwater. Waking up is a quick race to pacify yesterday's absences or excesses.
The oatmeal creates a gooey padding As the rather **** juice waterfalls down my gullet Splashing into the empty, roaring chamber.
We're making offerings to a candle flame, Dried elderberry flowers and 2 clementine slices. Smearing black coffee grains across our cheeks Ruminating on the care of our foremothers Ever dwelling in the roots below