Poem for my soulsister(s)

Sis,  it´s me whispering everything we know already 

but we need us to remember to repeat and  repeat

the holiness burns in everything we do, feel, think, 

we eat the fruit life considered, still wild

brave with  childlike charm

hearing ourself think ´Wasn´t I here before?’

that’s Alice’s necklace we are wearing

And we stand up in a circle
and we walk to the tide
where we chant, sing, write
there goes Alices necklace
nothings in pearlshape
hail, hail into the waves 
we wave

And the words are for the water
and the pearls are for the father
and we want to lean on the wind
we want the wind to answer
we want the wind to be a man
we want him to  see that we bloom in the water  
lotuses

And when we scream
when the fear rises up from the  mud
it’s a painting of our bodies
we’re offering for formless L O V E

Little nothings in  pearlshape in our belly
they are taking us over
we don’t  resist
because it’s ment like this

It’s us
it’s me in me in me
the  sea makes us feel so empty
in a good way

The whispering comes softer and slower
with the tide calming
I wish us a goodnight