Lineages of Love
FUTURE ONES
The heart is a worthy investment
The return to something ancient
Joy is the resistance to war.
The cultural laugh that cannot be broken.
Tiny threads can make big weaves.
So, they weave the holes in the fabric of love tirelessly.
Spider, grandmothers, grandfathers.
The sun fortifies lineages of love.
The wind erodes away calcified pain.
The storm rattles sleeping spirits.
THe river brings back memories
As new born eyes open again,
The heart leading the way.
GRANDMOTHERS
Wrapping hands around mine,
light gold pearls.
Massaging oil into my fingertips,
they hearld me to see the trove of my inheritance.
Worthiness drips from my being like gold,
I bathe in this, holding this heart proud.
I covet my body, my heart and this being.
This spirit.
They teach me how to not please.
To say it, how I feel it, with kindness.
To get clear and then to be clear.
To fortify values.
To stand in my worth, naked.
TENDING
Tending the heart, the knots that form there when I move through life.
Tending dreams and destiny.
Tending soil, stone, feet on a mountain.
Tending grief between bones.
Tending the whisper in my heart.
Tending the sweetness of children.
Tending the quiet moments of soul’s intimacy.
Tending love, as if it were the sweet nectar of flowers that greet me at each morning’s wake.
REMNANTS
Debris lifts and arrives on the surface,
like breakfast with my morning tea.
Debris, I’ve understood as patterns,
karmic bonds sifting its way through my dreams.
An attitude of watching “ what is here?”
“what are these tangles?”
The fog is easy to dismiss, if I let it.
Yet curiosity lends details,
I am able to sense make.
Be with.
The slight form,
that choices,
have carved on my heart,
like crevices.
RESPONSIBILITY
May my heart respond to yours,
When I am unable, let me be here till I can.
When I can, let me have the courage to speak true words kindly.
May I gaze into your eyes with care.
May I hold your heart with respect and love.
May the resounding sanctity be preserved somehow,
The precious flower’s essence.
May our commitments to love, be to preserve love.
I wonder what effect this could have?
Perhaps, the ripples can transpire torn hearts
Braiding across time, space and geographical location.
Perhaps, it can make the suffering dead, joyous
In the realms that they walk.
How we can affect each other,
just by heart.
EXPANSION
The heart expands as if,
like a balloon being supplied with air.
All the crevices of collapse and pain have received this joyous invitation.
They are being seen.
The sun perches,
The deer, bear and elephant have
gathered for the celebration.
The hummingbird have brought a sweet choir.
The trees sway in the wind,
The smell of the Earth is a reminder of soul’s essence,
And the song of heart, bellows
having received her birthright.
WELLSPRING
Pearls gathered, collected in a basket’s weave.
The essence of my grandmother, my nani in my hair.
Her scent captured in my bones.
Memories I can access by being in my heart.
The lineage we are joined from,
that space between ribs,
where my ancestral kin dwell,
The hues of purple and pink,
A setting sun,
A dawning light.
Etched across a pool of water,
A meeting place.
A sanctuary of all the women that have come before me.
