This space that my body inhabits
Is a dot in the play of things.
This space that my spirit lives
Is as big as creation itself.
I see the clouds move and shift,
Bringing colour and change
To seamless and endless blueness.
I listen to the waves that breath
Upon the shore, time and again.
And my spirit flies to the clouds
And rests with the sea.
This is my territory
I will protect it,
I will love it, fiercely.
Like I always do.
I walk here, alone but not lonely.
I sit here, holding sand in my palms.
Golden, liquid sun.
Cold, jewel-like rain.
Precious and unique.
My territory tells stories.
And carries bruises and aches.
Whispers of all who lived before
And the ones yet to come.
I welcome all to this sacred space.
To gather and sit by the fire
In my territory.