When my mother was dying
We made a agreement that when she passed
I would have to find her in new ways
She said,
You can find me in the wind
Or in the scent of a rose..
You will find me in the decisions you make…
Help each other
We are all children of the Gods
And we all share one language
And we all share one breath
~ Lisa Kristine
art by Piet Mondrian
