Am I the song? - by lavanya

And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking
I can hear it, the call of ancestors
They see me and everyone who came before me
But the time is now to hear and be heard

Our bones know the songs
We can pick up the tune like a long forgotten lullaby
If only someone could hum it for me
My fired neuron just zoomed by it barely grazing
And yet recognizing it with that DNA familiarity

I know I hear them, do you too?
Are we connected? Like the roots of aspen trees?
If only those trees could talk, or better yet sing
And lull us to sleep with tales of community

For in community, we never forget
We are never alone, I, the song, am never forgotten
Timeless and unwritten
I move from wind to wind
And in the whirling of dervishes
I am in every atom dispersed by the rustling skirt

- lavanya as inspired by Wyndreth Berginsdottir's Savage Daughter