Heart

I long for dancing with my brothers and sisters. With my tribe, holding our sweaty hands and moving our feet, aching from the tiredness.
That night of Joy, when the stars were falling on us, like the sparkles of the fire.

That night of laughter, when our eyes glow in madness and we are thirsty. Thirsty for life, our fingers are finding the strings of the ukulele.

Thirsty for love, our voices are mixing in songs we don't know the lyrics of.

I am Joy! And love, unfolding under the gaze of our Great Father and growing from the wounds of our Great Mother!

Sometimes I wonder, am I off the track? Am I getting lost in the fires that burn my feet? Maybe I should walk elsewhere, on the road, paved with cement from my ancestors.
But the Sun shines, heavy, calling me to the dry lands of the unknown. Together with the other lost ones. And I walk toward that heavy horizon, under the sounds of the Mantras.

We didn't choose it, only followed it. A dream of life, where the dance will never end. And warm and sweaty, laying on the dry land, we will love. We will be complete!

For my tribe! For my brothers and sisters! For the land beneath my feet and the stars above my head! For the nights & days of life and the dark times of death. For life, for that it is magnificent to live!

For love. Aho.