A blessing for one who has been treated unkind in love

In each step 

towards what is kind

may the moist earth 

buoy your bones

so that the weight of leaving 

does not slow your departure

May rain 

join the chorus of your tears

so you do not suffer 

anger nor grief 

alone

May your hands 

let free any burden 

of justice

and your mind nest 

in the knowing 

nature corroborates with wellbeing

May forgiveness 

travel the tributaries of your blood 

into the great rivers 

of you

vicious and slow 

may it arrive 

in totality 

at your 

ocean of heart

May the wind 

carrier of what is to come

eddy in the soft curve of your palm 

as a promise

of the those who, 

in time,

will come to share with you 

this new 

and gentle life.

It is time to dance with the world calling us home

No more 

forward marching

tower building

rise 

rise

rise

It is time to fall 

collectively crumble 

return

ash

sweat

dust

dirt

In the heat of hurt

in the fire of longing 

like a flame 

to every wound

to every untruth

Come dancing 

to die

and

bones in the ash will pulse with new life 

Something

will be 

re-membered 

a body 

enfleshing her self 

will gasp new breath 

and blow over the canvas of space like a prayer 

Like a promise

sweating

proof

longing

belonging

longing 

belonging

we will 

always 

be rhythmic

It is time we were dancing.