Remembering

I can no longer not feel,

I can no longer contain my rage.

I can no longer pretend the ancestors are not watching and waiting for us to pick up the mantle.

I can no longer turn a blind eye to the knowledge and connection to our birthright that is lost.

It is time.

It is time.

It is time.

It is time to remember.

It is time to no longer be afraid.

It is time to remove the veil.

The earth is waiting—breathing, calling.

The core of the earth vibrates beating like a pulse.

It is an echo of a memory to awaken.

The beat drums and syncs with my heart.

We are one.

And, I remember.