Two Truths an excerpt from Building Roots: A History of My Heart

Mimetic practice and malleable mind play.

There was a musical shift that broke through to a remembrance

then,

perfectly present,

I fell forward

to hands and knees

to explore and navigate myself amongst gravity

within my own dwelling,

amongst many others

I am just as magical as you

and you are the bright expansion of light

outreaching and cross-colliding into the truest matrix,

we somehow forgot to honor,

and as I pull my shoulders open

tears and breathing

lightyears of hidden pain

the kind that feels familiar enough to forget

until ice melts and the rich Earth beneath

breathes warm and gentle.