Divine Memory

Flying, I burst out among the Stars

Brilliant whirlings of time

Grids of memory and song

They remember me

All my many parts and stories,

and they clamor and sing

of intention and promise.

I am with them now,

and even if I am lost inside

The Great Forgetting again,

I know that my Memory will prevail.

For have remembered before,

and I will remember again.

Like falling in love…

Each time so sweet and fragrant

The call, the chase, the capture.

I drift among the stars and remember,

For all places are my home

When I am in the arms of my Soul.

—Kai Altair, February 17, 2014