THE FEAST OF KNOWING

THE FEAST OF KNOWING

I have resprouted.
 Remembering the mother that feeds me.
 This land in which I have been birthed from.

I have reconnected.
 Remembering the friendships that feed me.
 This land in which I have felt belonging.

I have rerooted.
 Remembering the earth that feeds me.
 This land in which I have been nourished.

I call back to my ancestors.
 I sing the songs of my grandmothers and aunties.
 I labour on this earth that my grandfathers and uncles have sweat.
 I touch the unseen that desperately want to be made visible. Water into air into fire into anything that can be dreamed.
 From within me this “mudanca”,
 A Portuguese word that means both movement & change.
 I dance to change. I change to dance.

And, in doing so,
 I return to this Earth.
 I return to my friends.
 I return to my mother.

Here I will lay for a bit more time.
 And in one hundred years my body will still know.
 Still know the home that provides me the feast of knowing.

 In knowing, I come close to seeing.
 In seeing, I come closer to being.
 In being, I dance, I dance, I dance.