The Origin Of Sisterhood Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

In the continual process of individual evolution
We sometimes cross paths with a fellow pursuer of truth,
Someone searching for inner peace through inner speech,
Someone who understands the gravity of being.

As my sister twists herself into a ring of brilliance,
I stand by, ready to temper her with my cooling words of love:
“By all means, face the fire, let it consume you completely,
Have no fear, I am here, as are you, eternally,
Let go of who you think you are,
Let her go up in flames, and sublimate,
Releasing you forever from your basest cravings.”

“Yes, by all means, yank out the cord,
That kept you bound to someone else’s idea of you,
See, you can breathe! You have lungs of your own!
But don’t forget your origin, the cord that binds us all,
All the way back to Eve,
Don’t let yourself believe that you are separate,
In any way, from anyone, ever,
Agreed? ”

“And now arise, my queen,
For you can feel your future
Restless in your chest.
With your inner eye to guide you
Go out and show the rest what it means to quest
For the holiest grail of all: yourself.”