dreaming on the day of my father’s death

I walk the land at Turtle Haven, on this day of my father’s death,

feeling the thinly veiled presence of the ancestors and the beings

blessing and protecting.

I pray and feel each of you here.

death day ritual

emerging or buried

some are alive and some are dead

one who still appears

the cave of the beings

wood spirits in dialogue

blue just blue

she who waits

nesting all that falls

Luka looks below the surface

waiting for you

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