When our navigation becomes the navigated my dear friend,
The wind will blow our love woven sails,
And love will blow the wind that fills our destiny,
The ocean will be a home called “our humanity”,
And our astrolabe will have moving coordinates,
Each reflecting our growing understanding of what it means to trust our humanity.
Sometimes I reach the deepest of the deep blue,
sometimes I float its stilness,
sometimes I try to escape its overwhelming waves and remember…
In every mirror your Amana appears,
only to whisper remind you: I am you
It begins from you, to end in you,
it departs…
Please forgive me for sharing my sobbing heart,
Bleeding tears witnessing the suffering in the body and soul of our humanity.
Infants, children, elders,…
