What do we know about who we are?
You are my mother
your mother was your mother
and you bore daughters
who in turn bore daughters
And there are the fathers. The fathers of the past and the present. And sons of course. Pride and Fear.
Long lines of ancestry and lives wading through rivers
and climbing mountains
getting lost in valleys
or perhaps finding rest
by a cool pool of water
So what do we know about who we are?
we have forgotten
or deny it
or simply don't know
Does the one who knows carry the responsibility?
Does the awareness call upon me
to rest in silence
and to seek peace?
Rather than truth?
For what is truth if you can't see it
if you can't feel it
our body lost from one life to another
And yet, perhaps, there is a point to truth
How do I re-connect to the truth?
By not forgetting
That I am certain
It is in Being that I anchor my self
in the kernel of truth of the present
that contains the past and the future
My children help me to do that
In their demand for authentic
for the truth
In the truthful answer there is healing. Healing perhaps that can reach across the ancestors, where ultimately there is no need anymore to know what was and what could have been
In the knowledge that things are going to be alright