I am the rabbit and the hawk,
the rising tree and the flowing water,
the orca and the great whale,
the goose and the lichen.

All of these I take unto myself.
All of these I issue from.

The piercing vision and the crouch of fear,
the playful hop and the breach of joy,
the stillness of grounded root and the ceaseless movement,
the borderless lover and the sensitive breather.

None that I touch is outside of myself.
None that I feel is beyond knowing.

She holds and pierces us all – a sword right
through the heart – and delivers us to the
present in all its joy and pain.
Love. Mother.

Do your work, the Great Work.