Invisible Babble
in the background of my life
Ghosts of my inheritance
flailing behind my Mother,
dragging their feet behind my Father
One surrounded by Mist threatens
to dissolve the fiber of my resilience
the other covered in tired dust,
ancient Dirt calls me to my purpose
reminds me of my origin
The Legacy of deep sorrow
and profound joy in the wisdom
of the earth’s Beginning
The maddening Utterances
no longer outside
live Within me, those that Resonate,
the others have melted
like Vapor in the sun’s warmth,
some still come as Whispers
life Encouraging itself.
So beautiful mommy! I have the same ones 🙂
I love that you say that Mai, yes you have the same ones!
Feed us! Give us your light, your love, your power, so you may carry us from the past into the future.
Ignacio, it’s not light…it’s dark…and d a n g e r o u s…. 😉
Universal echos inside each of us, reminding all of us that we are connected. Your words reverberate deeply, dearest Kiki.
Thank You Kiki!
YOU are so welcome, Paula Knight, I know you have heard those utterances loud and clear
Nature v nurture? What we are v what we strive to become? Chains of the past or opportunities for the future? You say it all my dear!
How beautifully put Andrea “Chains of the past or Opportunities of the future?”
To be honest I have come to think it is mostly about nature…and a little important bit about nurture…