Music

when the Void 

opened 

uncovered

the lineage laid bare 

around the abyss 

Ancestors are praying 

weeping  

running 

planting 

fleeing 

from the abyss

rises an instrument 

a violin

each Ancestor 

grasps 

and passes it along

with every offering

radiating deeper 

deeper

illumination 

as every Ancestors collapses

after holding 

until it is brought to you

when it comes 

it is too heavy 

bright 

it burns 

so you do not touch it 

when mercy in this moment

rises  

from the abyss 

as a bow 

this is your offering 

Beloved

you were made for music 

approaching the violin 

you bow 

you honor  

you thank 

all that dwells within 

and then

Beloved 

you play 

as you move 

every collapsed Ancestor 

reanimates 

stands 

sways 

spins 

sings 

shouts 

shimmers 

as every pain 

is turned into praise 

every weapon a rose 

every burden a ballad  

every curse a cure 

every weeping a 

a homecoming