INHERITED

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Ancestors in the yard

The river tells me they were here.

Mothers around a fire.
Praying together.

Those prayers and their dust remains in this earth.

churning and churning in a timeless dance of life.

Here to be felt by those daring enough to put their foot on the ground.

 Inherited worth of my soul.

There is no time between then and now 

and now and what will be then 

I can heal them and they me in a continuous 

motion of love forward and back

  My Source.

When I close my eyes to sleep and dream 

I awaken the conversation with my source 

I return to the seed of my soul and it is the start of my inner growth 

As my outer shell only appears to age