and we will remember
we are filaments of sunlight
remember to feel
how we are
threaded around
vessels of wind
our skin our eyes
painted and glazed
by sky and loam
and we will know
the weaver
how we learned
to crawl
on her grass skin
how she weaves us
as she weaves
every strand
of the dandelion’s seed
and we will remember
she looms us
equally
from love as from pain
and we will memorize her
scent her rain
her vistas
not her replaceable names
already
when
we have felt
such great exhilaration
that
we saw our own wings
we
remembered man
was
not meant to fly
so we have not forgotten
everything
is shaped in patterns
of
wind
like sinews of sand
undulations of sea waves
the wind changes
everything
that is its power
when lonely or confused
we made ourselves small
translucent
quartz
sand grains
dandelion seeds
and the wind carried us
where we wanted to go
and
we will always
treat innocence as
God’s knife
so we
do not cut our selves
with remorse
so we can know
gentleness
and compassion
and we will remember you
grandfathers saying
if
we must close our eyes
to
dream
we
will recognize
our
own deaths
our worries
our laughter
our free or guilty thoughts
are all plumes of chant
we will remember
everything in beauty
we will remember everything
in beauty
that is the thread
we are woven from
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