My Kin,

I see you always

I am the wind on your cheeks

The pull to the 

Paintbrush

The turning of

Your hips

I am the pencil’s trail.

I am living through you,

Chalice being,

Stirring cauldron,

Oscillating tapestry.

I am speaking through

Your creations and your cries.

Spread your wings, 

My beloved.

Float above your life 

to see the map you’ve walked

here on earth

this time around.

Did I tell you about when you were a dream in my heart?

Did I tell you how I longed for you? To see you? To speak with you like this?

Did I tell you about how I stitched your body together?

Cell by cell, 

where 2 become 1, became many?

Red light and warm floating, 

your life was my dream

My soil, reaching for you

To join me 

Upon the ground,

To dance,

To sing,

To paint,

To weave,

To write

Holy creator,

Sacred mirror,

We are here, finally

Together.

Turn this kaleidoscope 

To see what cathedral of your being awaits…