The ties that bind. Blood be thy blood. Soul imprints both heavy and light. The healed, the unhealed. All is interwoven, all is carried forth. Will you be the one? The chosen one. Will you release the trauma, forgive the unforgiven? Open the door to let the light in, clear away the dusty webs. It is you. You have stepped forward. You alone heal old wounds. Say the words, feel the words. They hear you. They all hear you. Blood of thy blood. Bone of thy bone. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. All connected, all one. Interwoven from one solid thread, the blanket of karma. This blanket now resting on your shoulders. This blanket has gotten heavy. The remorse. The unsaid. The angry bitterness weighs heavy. Put this blanket out on the line. Let the wind and sun purify this weave. Let the rain runoff. Drop by drop, soul by soul. To find this renewal is a gift. Your gift. You have been chosen. Ties that bind, intermingled through the fabric of our Universe. Complicated beauty in truth could not be more simple. Love is all there is. Love is all there ever was. Love is in your DNA. Generation after generation. One generation forming a protective circle around the next. You are never alone. We see you. We feel you. We know your heart. We have chosen you.
