I found this poem that reminded me of Grandmother Ayahuasca. Touched my heart so deeply, tears flowing, heart opening.. the last lines illuminating my life purpose, awakening sacred flow. Click to read my Ayahuasca Poem and see artwork that flows in her spirit.
My Nana Like the Trees by Kim Rosen
My Nana, like the trees,
was well-dressed in her time.
Now she barely wears her skin;
arms and feet and fluids caving in
and breath so thin you can see
to the other side.
Ancient fingers curl at her chin
and tumble off the edge of vagrants words
into the season, like the leaves,
retiring from green
to blaze a naked moment then careen
My Nana counts at the edge of time
as thoughts melt into numbers: one to six,
seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, then begin again
like the ancient monk
whose measured chant
at once keeps time
and shatters it.
My Nana chants in the autumn light,
numbers pumped from a distant past
fall from her breath, like leaves
from the tree of a branching soul
that reaches wider, higher still
even s the stuff of time
is strewn below or hangs
translucent from the bone
with no wish but to journey down
on gravity’s verging tide
and something brilliant,
rises through the naked trees-
~ Kim Rosen
Beautiful ones. Wishing you a day of love and remembrance. Thanks for sharing this amazing journey with me.