ancestors rush into the space
like so many birds,
their feathers gleaming in endless colors
colors you have no names for
but they rush in because you called them
whispering into a scream
codes to connect to them woven into a dream
how can they help you?
and how can they not?
the loving ones have been invited all along
teaching you the melody to a sacred song
in front of the veil
behind the veil
breaking you out of that sick kind of jail
the kind you created yourself
until you learn it is up to you to break
generational curses and heal generational trauma
you are the one you have been waiting for
so that jail sentence is over
you are spinning with ecstatic energy
and life, layered with meaning, begins making
a little more sense.
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