I Am the Flowers

-------I Am the Flowers-------

The troubles that I carry

in my heart

I know

are not my own.

Breathing 

in

light enters

and grows the little seed.

I am

the dream

of my

ancestors.

I am 

the flowers

emerging

with the Spring.

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With Praise

-------With Praise-------

Grieving 

is the spring

that lifts a seed

from out 

its shell.

Cry with me,

Dear Heart.

Let our tears

re-

member us

And fall 

with 

praise

upon this

earth.

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Abolition in the Maple Tree’s

-------Abolition in the Maple Tree’s-------

As the sap rises

from roots 

into leaves

And the dark Earth

turns

to the sun,

Imagine 

inside us

the light unfolding

Calling each away

from cane juice

and corn

From war 

and wealth

and subjugation

Back

into the Tree,

into forest

And home

to the sweet freedom

rising 

within.

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Collective Liberation

-------Collective Liberation-------

Duality constructed power,

and power

the prison 

of whiteness.

Before these walls 

were built,

the wind moved freely 

between our branches,

And we sang, 

and blossomed 

and died together

into earth.

But a promise 

was made

and division 

then instilled,

Lives

measured

and forests 

cut down by silence.

May those who have 

been gifted 

realize too 

what has been lost.

For without light 

a seed 

will never 

grow.

Know truth 

to be this light.

And the seed to be 

everyone's 

liberation.

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Remember the Garden

-------Remember the Garden-------

Blessings 

to the Lovers

who touch this Earth.

The gentle reminders

that we do belong 

and to not be fooled

By the tricks and convenience

which only seek

to divide us.

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Wide as Sunshine

-------Wide as Sunshine-------

A step outside of thought

and I return in

to the unknown.

To the cold,
dark waters

of early Spring,

Where attention

gives us
each to receive.

Before discernment there was wonder.

Within the silence

there is song.

All around
the frogs
are chirping,

A soft red
touches
the branches,

And with eyes
as wide as sunshine,
I return to nothing.

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All Returns

-------All Returns-------

In my dream

I am a stranger

to progress,

A wide-eyed child

on the edge

of reason.

Without knowing

but with

wonder

I follow the footpaths

drawn
in hillsides and into stone.

A thousand generations

never gone

but circling.

Call me
backward.

Call me strange.

But let my name

reflect

your deep within.

Each are a petal

in the patterns

unfolding,

And all

returns

to earth.

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