much love for my homegrown
multicultural peeps
grew up amidst intersections
of migrant and indigenous pathways
lost, found and lost again
roads that they walk and
create as they walk
becoming the love that they reclaim
in their bodies,
where different truths synthesize
to run blood in their veins
undocumented, unfixed
geneologies
that are in texts of written words
stories
music
food
lands
human bodies touching
and read with fingers
that trace carefully
like when we study books
of our friends and families
faces
like when our feet
walk ever so softly upon
the text of the land
so deeply,
we learn and come to know
so much knowledge all around us.
Blessings for the way
we are given our senses
and indulge in the wisdom
around us,
always.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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