Wisdom in our bones.

Wisdom in our bones.

“We locked up our wisdom into our bones, and swallowed the keys.They sank in our rivers of blood and we forgot the maps.

Because we had to forget the mysteries
, to keep them safe.

We wove our hair into brooms
 and swept over our paths
, and then burned the earth with our rage.

We didn’t teach our children, it was the only way to protect them, 
we thought. But in them we planted seeds, seeds and keys, and
 told them stories and riddles and songs
. With no roots, just tangled threads
, that would take years to unwind

Just enough time
 for the rains to fall again
 and put out the fires 
for the dams to break, 
for the rivers to flood
, for the paths
 to be walked again
, for the soil to breathe.

And as the old bones crumble 
deep beneath the rubble
, we find we’ve always had the keys
. Our stories and our maps, 
our paths are revealed to some
 and the seeds grow again
. The threads are unspun
 and woven again”

Amara Bronwyn.


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