Winds of Ancestral Healing

By Jesse Teron

Let the wind gently blow,

No spectacle, just a steady flow.

Drip by drip, the moments pass,

Forget the ticking clock at last.

In lotus we sit, our hearts release,

Old patterns unwind, granting peace.

We melt into the earth below,

As worldly needs dissolve, we let go.

A portal opens, samskaras rise,

Ancient wounds shake, bringing cries.

Trembling roots dig deep within,

Stillness softens what’s long been pinned.

With a calm mind, we loosen the bind,

One by one, old chains unwind.

The urge to shout, though held inside,

This healing goes beyond the tide.

Reactions fade to good or bad,

This journey’s more than just a fad.

Through the soul, the past makes whole,

Generations heal; you become home.

"I'm sorry, forgive me," soft words set free,

And finally, at peace, I’ll be.