ho'oponopono

before apology,
there is awareness.

before forgiveness,
silence.

before healing,
the willingness to see
not only what was done,

but what remains undone
withinasthru

there is a way
back to harmony,

not through blame,
not through judgment,

but through remembering.

Ho…'o…po…no…po…no…

a wave returning
to shore,

a breath
of reconciliation,

a sound
soft enough
to enter the body,

strong enough
to begin again.

i'm sorry.

please, forgive me.

thank you.

i love you.

Ho…'o…po…no…po…no…

each word
a doorway,

each breath
a bridge,

each silence
a mirror

where wound
and wisdom
meet.

let us be ocean
this moment,

complete.

what we release,
we also receive.

what we remember,
we may finally
set right.

Ho…'o…po…no…po…no…

to the mothers,
the fathers,

the daughters,
the sons,

the ones who stayed,
the ones who left,

the ones who loved
imperfectly,

the ones who could not yet
say what love required.

i'm sorry.

please forgive me.

thank you.

i love you.

Ho…'o…po…no…po…no…

may this poem
move three generations back,

three generations forward,

and all the way
into now.

may every story
seeking repair

find breath.

may every silence
seeking language

find song.

may every fracture
remember

it was never separate
from the whole.

never broken,
or alone.

Ho…'o…po…no…po…no…

we are not only
what was done,

or not done,

said,
or left unsaid.

we are also
what we choose

to make right
here and now.

so let this spiral
return us,

not to who
we thought we were,

who we thought
we needed to protect
from world,

but to the love
that waited

beneath every wound.

i'm sorry.

please forgive me.

thank you.

i love you.

Ho…'o…po…no…po…no…

Àṣẹ

sk

~ PoetSK™