Our Raw Heart - YOB

Sent unto the shore

Every grain of sand

Rivers quicken remembrance

Carried by a grace

Running in our veins

Ashes within clay

Shaped upon an earthen wheel

Pour into this vessel

Drained and filled again

Temple to a nameless soul

Beckoning my restless ghost

From holes in my gut

To love from miracles

Silver climbed the walls

Eyeless looking on

It’s looking still

Drawn by a mortal thread

To an ever shifting weave

Known better by my bones

Than my eyes can see

Shrine to a silent call

Beckoning my restless ghost

My restless ghost

My restless ghost

Leaving

Nothing left behind

Breathing

Through my dark inside

The raw within

Ayni

Sent reverence

For what has been given

In this shared life

The raw within