I found my faith
While sitting with strangers (over twice my age)
In a warm yellow lit room
In a romper with my work boots off
Crying at existence.

I had not met myself yet.

Deaf to the songs of my soul
Deaf to the music of creation
So long silenced, I began to hear the hum

The rhythms and the melodies
Too rich, too strong, too resonant to bear
In a life not built for such vibrations

And so I cried at existence.

I knew the city I had built had to crumble
To uncover these buried wells.

Something beautiful in man-made horizons
Staggered boxes on concrete
But such infrastructure is only surface deep
No way to life; debris and dusty hard streets

Let me be an iceberg.
The amazon, the earth.
To rebuild with a root system;
A sustaining vibrant ecosystem
To become my own continent, as my mother can.

To be in phase with these melodies

The prospects of a beautiful seed
Still I bleed for this demolition
Birthing pains; of my self, born

sometimes things must crumble to make way for the new-
I felt the earthquake coming in that warm yellow lit room
That life would come from the rubble,
So I heard the silence pray
still the pain to decompose,
to grow through - the only way.

While crying at existence
I found my faith
sitting with strangers (over twice my age)
In a warm yellow lit room
In a romper with my work boots off
Listening, for the very first time

Sh’ma- Israel, sh’ma – sarah, sh’ma l’olam, sh’ma sh’li, hear me, hear all,
Listen
Awe - Yah
Let grow your world in harmony with the vibrations of this living, everlasting sea
– the seed is there within me

Breath

You have begun to meet me.