Root medicine 2: Brothers

Cousin brothers
Forever children in my eyes,
these grown men
walk with me
into my self.

We talk
of love and fear
of mushrooms and Messiahs
We drink fresh fruit cocktails.
and wander the wounds
of each one’s hearts.

We build
a canopy to cover
the wearying
worrying press
into the jungles
of time, and mind,
and mothering, and
lovering,and grief.

My brothers stand guard
at the fountain gates.
While I weave nets of
flowering vines
to catch their falls.

We stay connected
in spite of all
that divides us.

Love and fear
Love and fear
Love and fear
brothers of my heart.

Kindreds

Kindreds.

I remember you

when I meet you

for the first time.

 

I feel the force

pulling us always

together, apart.

 

By blood or by bond.

We orbit the same sun.

Some kind of truth

we have been circling

all these years.

 

And if my summer solstice

tilt toward occurs

when you are in

your darkest days,

then you will know

a new day

is bound to dawn.

 

We hope to be released

from our unseen tether,

so that we may fall.

Dive into unending light

and burn away

the distance between us.

 

Each of us

on our own journey

we believe.

But seen together

a million miles from here

We are the cosmic dance.