I live inside the sacred architecture 

Of seven directions 

My crown is a canopy of stars

My spine a spiraled ladder 

My root is an umbilical source of nourishment 

The consensual constellation 

Of my body

Is an expression of 

The sovereign earth

Remembered 

I am rematriation and regeneration 

My truth is hidden 

In fertile black 

A buried seed swelling 

In winter soil 

Awaiting the warmth 

Of a budding spring 

I find safety in voluntary silence 

I am a listening ear

A receptive womb

Thirteen changing faces of

Grandmother moon 

I attune 

To the gravitational pull 

Of my purpose 

I am water body dancing 

In tidal rhythms 

My conscious choices co-create 

The conditions 

From which wholeness and healing 

Blooms 

Of its own accord 

I nurture chords of connection 

With a more than human world 

Through speaking to all my relations 

In the voice of grief and praise 

I open my arms to receive abundance 

Gratitude sprouts from my tongue as

The morning sun rises into flight 

Bestowing his generous light

My voice is growing 

Into its fullness 

And joy is awakened 

When all my emotions

Feel welcomed

I am re-learning the sacred art 

Of hospitality 

Weaving myself back into 

Belonging 

I am the sacred architecture 

Of seven directions 

My crown is a canopy of stars 

My spine a spiraled ladder 

My root is an umbilical source of nourishment 

I am connected

I am connected 

I am connection.