Pudgy Indian

The wind washes over my soul
making me clean again.

We are all poets.
Our poems carry
tragedy and Beauty,
Love and healing.
Our poems carry our souls,
a breath of our essence
into the world
and our place in it.
Our poems carry gifts
for us
and gifts for us to share
with others
and the world.

Though life can be hard
and painful
there is still Beauty
within each and everyone of us
to share
whether or not we remember.

We are all poets...
We are all poems...

Go forth
and share your Beauty!
You were all born
to offer
Beauty to the world.

Kiksuye
Remember
Kiksuye
Remember