Walking Home

Call upon the Buffalo. Their footprints guide and carry. Journey with them towards the only way home of through. Portal of pain which calls. Reoccurring in forms of human imbalanced behaviours, until the witnessing from bones is redeemed deep within. The pain a gift to feel, see, and honour. The endings to open wings of free spirit. All openings, but first the storm. Ancestral hands hold my hands and heart. Travel with me, as a part of me is scared. Where many have promised to stay, when pain appeared they quickly left. Stay with me in the deepening, and share your strengths to face what I need to face. May I ride on your back of resilience one step at a time. And, may I soften into your skin for warmth for my heart. ~ From THE INNER SELF.