Serve the humble path like the bee who serves the hive and loves the flowers.
Go to the deepest breathing place and tell her, how you long for paths of connection.
She’s filled with promise and sometimes duality.
Be carried across thresholds of your making.
Forces are strong.
Return to the universe.
They wait for you to come undone so that doing isn’t so hard.
Paths sing in celestial bodies.
Resonance kisses caves and oceans on shores of we-are-enoughness.
We are made to cross over the hours we create and past the valour, we seek.
No one loves us the way we love ourselves.
The seeker seeks themselves.
Now is the time to return to all we are.
All we can be.
All we are made to be.
There is no loss in tiny hearts.
Only grand feelers understand the depths and currents of seas.
Return to me and I promise to return to you.
Inscribe these words on the tablets and scrolls of eternity…So it is written: We belong to the universe. We belong to each other.
Hearts flood with confluence.
No one passes on without tender drumbeats.
Heartbeats.
Come together.
Mend broken promises and forgottenness about how we matter.
Mattering is the bare minimum in a universe where I love you and miss you, even though you live next door.
When I come back with a belly full of stars and a sore throat from retching up all the poison my ancestors forced you to swallow; please, please meet me at the intersection.
We will blend our medicine and make the biggest woza woza ball ever made.
Cars will wait, we will roll our intentions together and light enough incense to reach the stars.
All will be protected by its smoke.
The world needs our medicine.
Keep strong and brittle too.
Love’s momentum finds renewal in streams and rivers, bays and springs.
Dive into the shallow parts where minnows nibble and small crabs burrow.
We can surface more than mess and pain.
We are simple in this unheard-of birthing place.
Wherever you sleep on the globe, the stars know us equally.
I love you, I always have.
Even when territories are unmentioned.
Our limbs, throats, words and deeds belong to each other.
We return to this place of belonging.
It has been too long since we held each other and remembered kinship.
Stars! Hear us now, we belong to you!
Soils, you too!
Plasma moves quickly through the veins of forever and reach our pulses.
We cannot stop loving each other.
We belong together in these hearts made of stars.
Breathe air made of prayers.
Send our wishes to the ancestors.
All I want is to remember you.
The moon kisses your chin even when you don’t look at her.
I have not forgotten.
I have not forgotten.
I have not forgotten.
Photo of Aurora Borealis from my window Oct. 10th, 2024. West Kootenays, BC.
©Rebecca Rogerson, 2025
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