It courses though, around, among
us.
we slip along the
rainbow of ourselves,
infinite and fragile.
we are all Rainbow Water,
singular plurality bonds us
——Together ——
we are a dancing ribbon of rainbow droplets from
Mama Brigid’s Big Blue,
into the Tree of Life,
each of us leaves
selfishly reaching for the best light, forgetting that the best light
rests inside us,
our rainbow water selves,
beacons of Mama Brigid,
worthy and loved.
I honor my Rainbow Water self to
honor your Rainbow Water self,
the dancing ribbon which is
our binding and healing,
our human connection.
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