The ancestral pull at dawn
Old ways, change
Gentle whispers
Arrows leading
The paths
Unseen
Guided by our
Gently webbed
Harrowing
Connection
To all that is
And all the was
It helps to extend your hands
Reach out
Submerge
The true golden bath
Of love
Exists
In the sea
When we swim with kinship.
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