There’s an ache in my chest

She speaks to me through Feelings

Gasps I take

Bolsters I lay over

Salves I spread

Always present, never not there

To soothe this I’ve begun singing

It’s here that the ache in my chest speaks to me

She quivers with delight as she sees her potential liberation

This ache knows me so well

She’s seen my attempt to love her

To care for her writhing

To ease her colicky ways

She’s ancient Grace

A gift planted deep inside

Abandon

Complete Abandon

Her yearning to be freed through sound is unbearable to me.

Her roots sprout and slithering through my body deep down into the earth.

Preparing me to be anchored as I open to the power of prayer through song.

She’s teaching me. It’s amazing.

Two parts.

Grounding in

Opening up

At the same time

Soaring with oblivion

Steadied in rich soil

A body full of breath

A familiarity with awareness

I manage this Instrument of Wonder.

Sing sister sing.

Let me serenade you

Hold you.

Take up space around you

I am just getting to know this wisdom

This ancient Grace

It’s part of me

But right now I don’t call it mine

This wisdom is that of those that came before me

I can feel them in my throat

The effervescence

The ache in my chest

This portal has awakened

When asked what it is I do

I’ve always answered…

I sing but with energy.

I am anchored in awakening

Being pummeled by my forgetting

And by an Ancient Grace being loose in my uptightness.