by Lakhpreet Kaur
A Kaur calls to your soul
Put your ear to her heart and listen
Hear the names of the Kaurs before her, the prayers they read
Listen to the heartbeat of every living thing echo in her chest
She is beyond youth, deeper than beauty
Her soul is free, she is liberation
She gives us life, she gives us breath, she gives us blood
Look into her eyes and see the eyes of her ancestors, full of joy and cheer
Feel her hands and feel the hands of her grandmothers who worked the soil
Watch her walk and see the stride of warrior Kaurs who held their swords
Hear her voice echoing with the voices of Kaurs long ago in a Punjab, far away
See her love, and see a fire beyond death
She is a force of love, ignited by great Kaurs.
Do not resist her love
Embrace her in your soul
She dreams of peace as her mind is full of wars fought by her sisters.
She sings the shabads that were once on the lips of the ancients
She brushes her fingers through her kesh and feels the unbroken strands, 500 years long.
Her ancestral memory wells up in her visions, her voice, her power
She is wild
She is unbroken
She is timeless
She is Kaur
