What the Ancestors Want Us To See

If we could remember from before

our first baby breath or

our first love-seeking scream

We could remember all the ways love

Permeates the atmosphere

Flooding through the silence

A gift in every second

“Time – what a funny concept”

The ancestors whisper

So much effort and energy placed

in the pursuit of

seconds, minutes, years

Time births us in and out of life

Yes

But

Time does not gift love

When I allow myself to be contained inside the infinite night sky

I connect

When shrubby desert trees offer my body solitude and security

I connect

When my face is buried in cat’s soft fur

I connect

When her eyes flash sideways to mine and we burst into laughter

I connect

No guarantee of time

Longing does not create more

Luckily, the ancestors leave tokens

like a scavenger hunt of ever expanding possibilities

We only need to notice

and connect

to ourselves,

to each other

to the dirt – life blooming everywhere