Soul Shift

Times like these

I wish for witches

Wise women,

Apothecary instead of bodega,

Sitting by an open fire Sisters,

A long walk in the woods

Towards water,

A large rock to perch on while meditating

On the ripples of change,

Open air Sage and Santo Palo burning

Low united chanting

And soft but deliberate movements.

Times like this I wish for community rituals

And prayer through song,

The things white men tried to erase from me,

They return again before too long,

Breaking through the surface of violence and wicked wrong,

Tearing down the walls of fear and greed.

Life flows forever home

into her arms.




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