I – Glowing Embers
Dark lands. Only a cursing howl of the wind can be heard. Turbulent, as the hair on my scalp is twisted in multiple axis. And despite the strengthening of flesh and the tempering of my emotions—the screams haunt me on a very deep level. They vibrate and pierce. I can feel the fissures develop in my bones. And before too long, those taunts will have the best of me. Yet I can’t let them go. For without their company I would feel alone. At lost and without a home.
As I look on towards the different shades of black, I see scattered across the lands—needles. Splintered embers. They blink at me for moments here and there but not too long. For the howling wind suppresses their expression. The pain of my ancestors’ scream with the force of the wind. And I have kept that track running for it has become somewhat music to my ears.
But today it changes. As I calm myself to listen to their screams, they yearn for me to set them free and leave my lands. They want to return to the past from which they belong. So respectfully, I bow. I bow to the howls and apologize for having imprisoned them within my reality. And with breaths from the heart, I exhale them towards the starry night.
With every breath that I set free, the wind calms. They are no longer prisoners to my vessel. Nor am I shackled by their burdens. So the embers glow brighter. Something hot is surging. Burning uncontrollably and taking governance over this land.
As I observe the flames burning they are also within me. They are in my cells. These are the gifts of my ancestors and through me they want to be expressed—shining bright and bold. That is their legacy. Not their material constructs. But the talents I have inherited at the cellular level.
II – Immovable
Sitting in the right seat
at the apex of my kind.
I lean back to topple a wall
of countless generations behind.
They do not budge.
Not an inch do they move.
This little one has no business.
Nothing this little one can prove.
I lean and sink deeper,
surrendering to this immovable force.
I feel the warmth of blessings,
channeling a primal force.
The strength within surges,
memories of Suffering dissolve.
I reply to the construct within,
calling me to evolve.