Prayer to the Dandelions (I believe in a world of homefullness and the wisdom of skyward seeds)


Suns in the soil

lighting the path,

Teach me how to be a weed.


Deep and

nestled between grassroot

and concrete,

migrant-Ascendant like me.

Remediating soil- not forgiveness

but belonging.


Mandalas of teeth

which speak bitter medicine

for our anger and our grief

May we listen.


May we remember,

though we wander far,

we too are the Earth.

Dandelion Fields