Calling in our ancestors
awakening the connection
Asking for their blessing
as we honor them
with ceremony, celebration
and food from last harvest
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The veil is thin as we pray
betwixt only faintly disguised
Let us put out soul cakes
as we pray for all those
who walked before us
A shadowed pattern
Of circles and dots
Some intertwined, others solo
Played across the toes
connecting them to
the earth below
As the sun skittered
Across the sky
Ever brilliant in countenance
Butterfly or moth
Flittery fluttery meanderer
Lights softly for a moment
On otherwise plain foot
Sometimes, sideways
Is the straightest path
What feels like off the beam
Is merely a tweaking
To get more on track
And then there’s the crab
Walking sideways is straight
Answers lurk in the angle
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More important than warp or weft
Is the fabric quality
No thread’s path is absolutely straight
Like a flame
the yellow tree stood
showing off brilliantly
ever mindful of her job
to be a beacon of light
where planted
Mesmerized by belief
yet flying on fledgling wings
in alchemist’s soup
The Truth – the Light shone forth
in brilliant anticipation
of faithful flight
Propped by miracles
life’s appearance magical
Then every moment
unfolds with great aplomb
Or not…
