THANKS

Streaks of light in the sky are filtered and diffuse
No day has Sun risen to find the same sky
It touches my eyes, and finds reference inside...

This Heart beats.
It is remembering...

This Blood that circulates the impression of breath now
And has for years, centuries, eons...
The breath of my ancestors,
a breath that was once indigenous, oxygenated by ritual, nourishing of life

This breath and blood has passed continuously
From the first human being, through my ancestors and
Lives through my daughter...

It is remembering, recycling the oxygen of life, surging life though this body

And this I is humbled
........In the realization that to deny this heart its due
Is not only foolish,
but impossible...

So this I breathes...
                  ...And is opened