i’ve been cursed
by the ones before
to only know how to
touch and destroy.
may i teach my children to
kiss the cracks
in the parched earth, to
still the storms within their souls
by filling themselves with
leaves and soil and small miracles,
to love the collective
life that binds us all
into one large breath,
to respect all living, breathing
beings, to find their
steady pulse within
the soil beneath their bare
feet. so that they may
finally feel the freedom
of knowing the truth: that
we are all soil, too.
a prayer to the universe: may the next generation be better to you than we have been // a.s.m
Silenticel 