Mangrove
Crooked pathways
we have traveled
straightened our minds,
and uncovered
what our Spirits are made of.
All directions of
the medicine wheel
meet in
the center.
Live in that place.
ⓒBrittanyJadeWilson
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Live Oak
She came to us on a lazy Mother’s Day afternoon,
Carrying the story of our family between her brow.
The passages of the births and deaths of our Ancestors
Etched in lines on her hands and face.
Ylang Ylang
…Stormy nights I woke
to the scent of you visiting me yet again,
Meet me there - our place - on the illuminated
plateaus
where creation and humanity meet.
