On Beat, poem written 2.23.23

The messages become louder the more you listen—

acknowledge them, thank them, walk with them.

Lay them in the sun to behold themselves,

these symbols on your map key, 

upholding The Majesty of Your Heart.

 
Surrender to these winds that say,

to shift and leave and move and stay.
 
Invite them to your blood to guide

your words, your hands, your feet, your eyes.


They make themselves at home,

 the more we dance to their drumming,

and we are made of the moments we spend listening.