the ancient sound of the right words

the ancient sound of the right words
those that heat and cure the human soul

the succession of names of things and people
that dissipate the haze in the heart

words like bricks made of clay
land of an ancient seabed
that our roots holds and sustains

with my feet and my hands, I can only give thanks
and translate your stories
in codes and languages from the peripheries of the world
so that others will understand
and learn
to listen

this I know
  and this I can do
so
please father please mother
keep on chanting your stories

keep on chanting your stories

Marco Bo