Identity
Following the voices that reach out to me,
voices of my ancestors
(embodiment of divine grace)
I reinvent myself in their hearts.
They shine,
they rejoice,
they dance,
(They amaze me)
I can’t help consuming the
harmony of their sacred moves
—my heaven, my paradise—
I’m in love with their delicate sense of balance,
and I dance with them
as if time would never be able to touch me,
as if space would never be able to hurt me.
Looking at them
I find my way home...
