Wounded Healers

Sun2 Ron Boyer

Here, we cook goodness in wooden pots.

Here, we lay down in back aching laughter.

Here, our essence speaks – in spiritual tongues.

(Kubwa nguvu tumbo) –

Mighty Womb,


We dash toward whistling trains.

Thumping under me.

Listening to stillness,

exploring silent dances,

between each toe.

Here, the rivers know my name.


Burning off the feeble drums,



I am whole

I am knowing

I am blissful

I am full

I am returning

I am spirit







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