I am the dream of my ancestors.

They live in me, waiting to emerge like the energy of our volcanoes.

My body remembers, she knows. 

In a system that wants us to forget, to belong, like we’re incomplete: I am, and in love. 

My inner wisdom is for me to sense, fuelled by rage, and for my descendants to pray for.

When Earth holds us together, in connection, we honour and return.