Thoughts of my ancestors course through me        
like the hot blood coursing through my veins .        
The passion of their spirits rises up within me         
till it is an unquenchable urge         
that absorbs me into their very essence. 
Time has no walls to hold their spirits bound       
 from the passion that wells within my heart. 
Thoughts reel inside my mind   
Thoughts without order or consequence...        
 only feelings, powerful feelings        
My entire being trembles as I remember         
the people who created the path I now walk. 
My ancestors footsteps create echoes       
that resonate inside me like some invisible        
signal calling from a distant place within me.        
Memories haunt my dreams in a sleep that has no waking 
Passions rise up from places long forgotten       
yet strangely remembered         
in some intangible place within my soul,         
the place where the unformed resides.        
Here, those passions blossom like irises        
on a warm spring day then water my soul        
that thirsts for the familiar and the distant to unite        
Once again in the place where time steps aside        
and the dance resumes outside the choreography         
Of rules written for mortal beings. 
The sound of the drums teleport my soul back through time,        
a time long ago yet near to my spirit.         
The beating of the drums awakened me to memories         
That stir a longing deep within my soul to return         
To that place of my ancestors,         
To hear their chanting and singing,         
To sing the prayers and dance the dances of spirit        
To walk endlessly along the path beside them,         
The people who created the soul that is me...        
Grandmothers and Grandfathers call to me        
In voices remembered yet unspoken. 
What is it that I seek?        
The immortal garden        
The place of creation where love exists eternally        
without condition or abandon        
and peace abounds in all living creatures. ...        
The place of my beginnings in humanity        
through my ancestors flesh, blood and spirit        
I will find my way by walking the path they walked.        
The past will take me home to the beginning of time        
Back to the garden,         
The garden where outside time        
We have always been. 
-by Summer Breeze, The Midnight Writer       
August 5, 2008

 
 
 
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