"We are all visionaries, and what we see is our soul in things."
Henri-Frédéric Amiel
My soul is the sun,
higher than Haleakalā
shining bright, quiet light
beyond the sky of my ancestors,
resilient comfort
of rising setting fierceness.
I am alive.
Colors mix my tears
like waterfalls in the ridges
waves of grief, meeting the shoreline's anuʻu:
Hope.
Acceptance.
Transformation.
