Water below the waist
An ancestral prayer
She’s been around
singing forgotten songs
her hips soaked in ancient waters
her pulse in flow with the ancestors
her lips drinking from her dripping hands
her feet anchored in mucky silt and mineral memories
~
She’s been making herself present
body-in-water
head-in-cloud
story-in-pond
softly weeping
fiercely blessing
and being blessed
~
She is right here
praying
whispering in your bones
chanting in your dreams
waist below the water
bleeding
shedding
molting
~
She nudges you
In a forgotten, silent language
enchants you back to life
despite all the terrors
“drink the water”
~
I can feel my hips under the cool water
the gritty rocks underneath my feet
the pull of the flow and life all around
still here
I can feel the breeze and the sun warming my head
“drink the water”
~
old songs dissolved
ancient stories liquified
forgotten protocols
silenced tongues
suspended
…
return
Simply love it!!