Sisters’ song

In a space of everlasting now

Under the surface of what we can see and touch

There is a subtle kingdom

Held by the web of sisters,

Mandala of women

Radiating energy of heart.

Your work, my sister

Invisible, invincible,

Is in how you think

And move

And speak 

How you sit quietly and listen

Weaving pieces of beauty

Into the fabric of life.

Alchemy of allowing.

Dissolving shadow

by shining forth the light.

You honor the earth 

Noticing every leaf of an old oak tree

Smelling fragrance of meadow’s flowers

Dancing in the wind

Receiving rain with wide open arms.

What I whisper in my stories

Is one with the song coming out of your lips

One with the rhythm of your steps in the morning 

It’s a shape of the tear on your cheek.

When we come together, we dance and laugh

And bury our pains in the humid ground

We share

Heart to heart

Wound to wound.

We know 

That every lotus comes from the mud.

When I fall

You give me a hand.

When darkness comes to visit you

I light a candle for your sacred space.

My smile

Is a prayer of gratitude 

For all the steps you’ve taken to be who you are.

Now I sing a small song

Calling forth the benevolence

To illuminate your path.

The reflection of my soul’s deepest truth

Shines in the vastness of your eyes.

I cherish your uniqueness 

I bow to the force guiding your life.

Sister,

I love your tender heart.