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For all that is above and below
For all that is in front of me and behind me
For all the many versions of myself
That I have astonishingly been...

For the grandmothers whom watch over
from the other side...
The warrior women from whom we come
Whose blood is our blood
Whose story is preamble to our story...

For the night sky and the will to ride it
For the doors we opened
And the ones we closed

Let me be in service of my gifts
Let me climb to the top of things
Let me rise even over myself
In all this too much muchness

Let my hands remain open
Let my heart, this blood corsage,
Be the sound of my own becoming

Let me be my own altar
My own temple
My own ritual
My own ceremony
My own answered prayer

Let my becoming be-
Let my magic be-
Let these songs be-
Seismic.

Let them be born
Again and again in me
What matters in the end is how I declare myself

So I say:
Holy
Colossal
Complicated
Impossible
Leaping
Leaping
Free!

May the ancestors be pleased
And may we never forget
To say their names.