Remembering
I cannot not feel.
I can no longer contain my rage.
It is time.
It is time.
It is time.
It is time.
It is time to remember and to not be afraid.
It is time to remove the veil.
The earth is waiting—breathing, calling.
The core of earth vibrates, beating like a pulse.
It is an echo and a memory to awaken.
The beat drums and it syncs with my heart.
We are one. And, I remember.
I can no longer pretend that the ancestors are not watching and waiting for us to pick up the mantle.
I can no longer turn a blind eye that our knowledge and connection to our birthright is being lost.