Adaptation

 

Transformation

Transplantation

Translocation

Moving grooving

From station to station

Innovation of the soul

A new way to call onto self

I sense her

She comes and speaks

To me at night

She gives me vision

A new sense of sight

I might

Be dancing in her light

I fight to keep my identity

Centre myself in my own entity

Sending me off she carries in me

Her power

I look up at the summit that

I thought was far ahead

Instead

I see the sun

Looking down at my feet

I see the top

Where I stand

The future in my hand

The summit at my feet

I meet

My own power

Aware of its capacity

Of its responsibility

I dig my toes into the ground

My roots

Stretching down

Through every crevice

From the top to the earth's centre

She lets me enter

I bask inside her majestic soil

As I reach up my arms to the sun

I blend into one

She wraps her rays around me

Penetrating my every pore

I soar

Roots stretching into her

Sun rays

Pouring their golden abundance

Into me

In mother power

Grounded

I am free

 
 
Tyra Vassallo