Shaking the banner

We are unfurling ourselves across the universe.

It just takes shaking the banner out, over and over again.

When we shake out the banner together, worlds fly free.

We need each other.

When you speak up, you give me courage.

When I shake the banner, I connect myself to you.

When you rise, I rise.

When I heal, you can see your way to healing.

When you breathe, shout, laugh, dance, swear, weep, pray, fuck, face your darkness -

I, too, am given permission to do these things.

We are all woven together by love.

And we are shaking out the banner together.

We will get there. Don't lose heart.

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