Prayer to the Dandelions

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.

Bring air to the earth

so the cousins can breathe.

When belonging is an action we are free.


Mandalas of teeth speak bitter medicine

for our anger, grief and fear

May we listen and be moved into ourselves.


May we remember that

even though we wander far,

we too are the Earth.

Dandelion Fields