As the moon moves to full Dreamtime calls me awake Grandmother pulls at my hair blows smoke in my eyes and from her I hear myself speak...

a tiny portal to more... what if the small heard the large so sweetly? what if slow was the secret conductor of everything fast? what if...

Enter the heart she waits open hands are you open for miracles? why have I forgotten what I truly am? not just bone and sand and dust but...