THE ANCIENT ONES
By Patricia Reis *
From the beginning,
We have been with you.
We are the ancient ones
And we remember.
We remember the time when there was only Love,
The time when all breathing was one.
We remember the seed of your being
Planted in the belly of the vast, black night.
We remember the red cave of deep slumber.
The time of forgetting,
The sound of your breath,
The pulse of your heart.
We remember the force
of your longing for life,
The cries of your birth
bringing you forth.
We are the Ancient Ones
And we have waited
and watched.
You say that you cannot remember that time
That you have no memory of us.
You say that you can not hear our voices
That our touch no longer moves you.
You say there can be no return
That something is lost,
That there is only silence.
We say the time of waiting is over.
We say the silence has been broken.
We say there can be no forgetting now.
We say listen.
We are the bones of your grandmother’s grandmothers.
We have returned now.
We say you cannot forget us now
We say we are with you and you are us.
Remember Remember.
* By Patricia Reis MA, MFA. Used by permission. Her website is here.
