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.