To the Tender Man
On ghee
Hosting his ancestral pain.
I’m singing through
Ink black nights
As glitter
On the crest of a wave.
I’m calling with the lion tribe
Outside the mouth
Of your healing cave.
We ask the birds
To wrap you in their wispy wings
The snakes to pull the thorn,
The whales to swim
Your diving heart to shore.
You know this Earth is female.
Her endless arms are Gold.
She is alive within you,
Forever,
she can hold.
Rest in her
Your body, love
Let the broken, be.
Rest in her
Your suffering
Open the deepest the scars
To see.
Kneel into her,
The kindest place will come
From within your own heart
And you never
Have to run.