Bless the mothers
Who brought us into the world
As they are the bridges between dimensions.
Earth and sky, birth and death all a cycle of seasons
And we the nurtured become the nurturers
Turning the wheel together toward
A new kind of harmony.
I’m listening carefully
To the DNA of my ancestors
The root of the root that needs to be healed
For all beings everywhere in all directions and dimensions
When we heal the wound within us the entire lineage is forever healed.
This flower, this gift of life we have the capacity to give and receive
Can be the vehicle for eternal love and transformation
Moving from genetic codes of survival
To the evolution of the soul
Toward love and beauty
And harmony.
d. 9.20.21
Lovesongs For The Soul 