we gather on Friday mornings

guided by practices

timeless and wise

each seeking her own release

my mother’s ancient love

unfurls my body

and my being

generations speak to me

through molecules

that tumble

like rocks in a creek

after rain


in rushing water

released from the bed

where they have rested so long

so tears

flow freely


what moves within me

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