Sacred Roots

It all starts with that seed inside your mind

Knowing who you are and where you’re from

Your ancestors buried on this land make it sacred

Your roots run from them

And how you see inside your mind

To know where to grow

Reaching to know yourself and grow from what sprang from them

Over years and round cycles

That blew in from storms from western skies

And thunderbeings who strike across horizons

In morning’s that shine on you to see

That weathering on through

Were the sacred roots that kept you grounded

So you could still reach for the fall the place pointed to

That created what was needed for the next season

The end but the beginning

The beginning from an ending

The never ending circle

The loop that ends where it starts

The love we take for granted

The place we own but are not allowed inside

The seed at the end of a season the period at the end of an exclamation

A power that starts compact in the end dot

Of who am I is who I am like the seed of a tree who knows who its going to be

A gift a thought a night a dream the end before the morn

I am what I held all along.

LauraLee K. Harris.

 

 "Sacred Roots"  9"x8"  Acrylic on Fir

 

 

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