I’m not going to tell you that the moon

keeps the secrets of the tides

because you hold the ocean in your body

When you are still

feel the waves rushing you softly to the edges

bringing you back to center

You were not born broken and forgotten

you, who were birthed with the strength of cohesion

and the force of a division that remembers unity

One thousand lives might bring you back to the place of origin

or you can go there now

riding the breath like a wave to seed the sacred

within

your body becoming the holy ground

fertile to the quickening pulse

ripe with life

it rocks with the memory

of home