You ask me can I come, an arranged celebration of life some months in advance. I do not know for the fire burns only this morning after we have collected the wood.
You ask will I be ready Monday, but today is Sunday and all the seeds I sowed in the moonlight need watering this day.
You need to know the promise I made 17 years ago to your heart grows stronger the longer we are untied but I barely know my own heart……can we love today in separation…..will that be enough for you.
Can I honour myself in this moment while I watch and feel those around me that do not. I want to love them, sit with them and talk of death.
You ask me how did I come to be this way, this happy, this content and full of time?
I dreamt myself to recognition. I dreamt back to lands once burnt with black love and replenished all that I once thought I could be from the winds, water and songs. I opened all I could….eyes, ears, heart and hands to take in the essence of country.
Today, this day I invite you to share the fire that burns inside us all.
Today I realised I will not be ready for you any time soon for I am ready now. I will not love you any harder for I love you all I can today. I wont be ready next month, or next year for I am waiting in this moment.
I am love.
I am black.
I am white.