Unearthed

I take the shape of a peasant woman digging up rocks and find, hidden deep in soil, skeletal fragments laid like bulbs in the ground. Uncovered, the bone pieces form the pattern of two humans, a mother holding her child, entwined forever in a karmic bond. My seeds like rain fall onto their remains and I bury them in earth once again, prayers escaping my mouth. We are all shaped by wind, we are all shaped by wind.