To make art
of our hands and heart,
resting, finally, where needed
To make love
with the sacred ground
of our unfolding
To make breath
as the earth breathes
her heaves and sighs
To make space
for the seeds of potential
to find their way to light
To make peace
with the past and future
in the terror and splendour of now
To make a home
between life and death
our very place of freedom
– Tammy Stone Takahashi
