Native and birdsong,
Untethered and floating,
No culture.
I long to remember,
To connect to this place in my heart.
You speak and I listen to your words of earth.
You speak in verbs and movement,
As your flute tells a story of shared vibration,
These tones touching deep within.
I yearn and want to belong,
To connect to our shared humanity,
Your language making more sense to me than my own,
Wondering where it all began,
This disconnect.
Your wisdom is clear,
Your eyes soft and knowing,
Your calm clarity of voice replenishing this flame within me.
Still waters in grand peaks,
Memories of dirt and stone,
Felt sense inside my body,
Bones solid and containing minerals from earth.
We cannot run away from ourselves,
The struggle to find that which is in us.
Each time we turn away,
The pressure to seek getting stronger,
Living away from our mother,
All of us trying to return,
This thinking in the way of feeling,
Of healing,
The distractions and contractions,
The barriers to our pathway home,
This separation just a construct of conditioning,
The wholeness just there on the other side of thought,
The rhythm right there at my fingertips,
As I slow down and listen with my whole being,
What was it like before I dominated her,
What was it like before right and wrong,
What was it like before I was birthed,
When I moved from the mystery to this life,
The magic still resides inside,
I tap into when walking in nature,
The silent and collective sit,
Listening to trees whisper,
I return again and again,
This promise of this place is strong,
Unknowing that we will re-enter,
Native and birdsong.
