Reborn

Risen from the depths of death

Risen from all the relations

Risen from the dark

Released by the water of being into herself

Become herself after all

the suffering and past now gone

Resonances of love endure

I see the black below

in which all things form

from rot and decay to become

hummus

for the new out of the mystery

And I see her

body make of love, desire

light of the earth

expanding

illumined

Three white radiant circles

in an alignment of knowing

The names of her people

written into the warp and weft

of the background

having woven the fabric

of how she came to be here

Reborn

            —Lorena Wolfman