Familia Pacaya
Voyaging through seas of green,
I'm flowing upon rivers of sand.
Reflecting the journey which,
I'm returning begrudgingly from.
Remembering grandfather who,
sang lullabies into the night,
so that the spirits of sacred plants,
would protect, clean and heal.
Remembering mother who,
prepared food through the day,
so that her family might thrive,
with full bellies and peaceful minds.
Remembering grandmother who,
ensured the family sailed on,
so that no wayward squall would deter,
them from their divine path.
Remembering children who,
played with their cares strewn about,
less attachment running free,
with sticks, wheels, balls and trees.
I'm flowing upon rivers of sand.
Reflecting the journey which,
I'm returning begrudgingly from.
Remembering grandfather who,
sang lullabies into the night,
so that the spirits of sacred plants,
would protect, clean and heal.
Remembering mother who,
prepared food through the day,
so that her family might thrive,
with full bellies and peaceful minds.
Remembering grandmother who,
ensured the family sailed on,
so that no wayward squall would deter,
them from their divine path.
Remembering children who,
played with their cares strewn about,
less attachment running free,
with sticks, wheels, balls and trees.