the permeable, the dancers, the strong,
knowers of medicine,
familiars of the taste of tears,
hearts wounded in ache of loss
buoyantly loving all the same..
whose laughter is song,
whose feet go bare,
who chew leaves and talk with hawks,
whose ocean tides move both blood and moon,
ones as fiery in temperament as in flame,
courtiers of the unknown,
inviters of ancestors,
those who were a problem, a scapegoat,
an assigned patient…
Creators and celebrators of beauty.
We will follow the dark of our bodies
along serpentine trails
into growing light.
*with special thank you to James Hillman.