Oh, Mother

In your hands I call the pain To succumb to the tears Of your rainfalls. Oh, Mother Forgive us For what we have done. Thousands of years You have made this home. And what have we done in return? Mother, I breathe your air In gratitude. I bend down on two knees As I thank…

Who am I?

Really? All in all: who am I? We might ask ourselves this question often; or never at all. We might look at ourselves in the mirror and think that’s who we are. That by looking at our image we’ve discovered the big mystery of understanding ourselves. Or through the eyes of our lovers, we might…