True Ancestry
A poem by Ida K. Balle
I look into the unknown
Nameless stories
Opening on the road
The books of old
Lays as ink
Upon my feet
The fog surrounds me
And every step
Reveals something new
In the forms dancing
In the formless water dew
A cloud of fluid emotions
Released as steam
Covering my face
Running as a river
Of grace
Growing
From every experience
A moist surrender
To the deep soil
I let go
A homecoming
To soul treasures
Uncovering
My truth
As the bones
Of my ancestors
Rest softly beneath my feet
Nourising me
With voices
Rushing through the leaves
Of the aspen trees
Trembeling
With the sailing wind
A knowingness
That lives within
The breath of every being
Who remembers
Aliveness
To sing with the wind
Chirping as the birds
Soaring through
The branches
Resting deeply
On my ancestors tree
Becoming free
By being me
As my arms reaches out
For the embrace
Of life
Like a tree
Bursting into green delight
A fertile and deep soul
Spiraling inside the tree of old
Layer by layer
Stories are told
In the cloud of dreams
Watering my seeds
Of new hope
On the slopes
Of my true ancestry
