Follower of Light

New roads,
New paths to discover and walk upon. 

The feeling of unknown, 
Of letting go,
Giving in. 

(Not giving up, but giving in)

A certainty:
Feet have walked these dirt roads before,
Breaths have exhaled these same passions.
I have found my tribe,
The tribe of hearts.

Mind lost,
No recollection,
(What happened, 
Where was I?)
I was just living too intensely, 
Being so alive. 

When skin becomes fire,
When sounds become lightning.
Though night is still black,
The soul can see with its own light. 

What storm am I in,
Whose rain is salty,
Of sweat and tears of joy?
I am bathed in ocean water,
Submerged in saline lakes.

I vanish,
Go astray.
My heart was beating,
leading my way.

I am of the tribe of hearts,
I am of the dancing spirits,
a follower of light.
My house is built with kindness,
My land protected by truth.

My feet walk these roads,
My breath exhales these passions,
I am of the tribe of hearts,
a follower of light. 

I perceive

Feet,
Knees,
Hips,
Spine,
Head.
The body in it's core.
Bones.

Heart,
Muscle,
Soft tissue,
Silk.

I am a tree
(Once a seed)
I am one of many trees.

Rooted to the earth whose center is made of fire.
I am fire, therefore.

I am a tree that grows,
Cries,
Laughs,
Tickles,
And loves.
Loves so dearly,
So tender.

Veins of water,
Blood,
and honey
flow inside me,
through me,
beyond me,
to the depths of our web,
to the sky,
ignites the stars so they expand,
explode,
rain upon us to create new life.

My life,
Your life,
Our life.

The world is on fire,
And breeds us to new beginnings.

The tree of love,
The tree of life.