I AM

The wind blowing over the sweet grass at the evening of the day
sunset and the smell of hay
The fire whose smoke fills my hair
while flickering light
dances flames
to look deep
a way to meditate
The dusk and with it comes
the smell so familiar of the deepest well
and a river
whose banks are calling me home
The longing for times gone past
As I awoke this morning I was reminded of standing on my great great-grandmother’s grave yesterday morning. I could have stayed there all day long or just sat down and slept. It felt so good. Never before have I felt so solid in an energy source. It was like a signature key that belonged to me, and my DNA knew it. I was encompassed, surrounded and held by the universal force including hundreds of my ancestral family members. They spoke in their own ways, and I responded in mine.