When I ask the wind of us,
it tells me to listen;
seeing the invisible force
of everything unfolding.

When I ask the river of us,
it invites me to let go;
an empty shell breaking open
on the raging coastline.

When I ask the forest of us,
it dares me to get lost
in the mysteries
yet to unfold.

When I ask the earth of us,
it asks me to plant:
What do you want to harvest?
in the time to come.

When I ask of us,
life tells me to expand.
Despite it all
what my father,
my mother and my priest say:
Get wide, instead of small!