Roots of Karametra - Three Voices Through The Vine

I heard them first Not in thunder Not in prophecy Not from some mountain splitting open Just… Between the kettle whistle And rain on greenhouse glass Three voices braided together Saying: You are carrying too much alone, Come sit, Eat, Stay awhile And I cried harder than I expected One voice said: Plant One voice said: Trust One voice said: Become And Trostani sang, You were never made for isolation Never meant to harden into stone Root yourself in one another No living thing survives alone And the choir moved like river water Through the places fear had grown Three voices in the green cathedral Calling everybody home One voice mourned the fallen forests One voice blessed the harvest table One voice laughed with children dancing They said: Strength without kindness becomes conquest, Kindness without roots becomes exhaustion, Roots without joy become grief So feast Dance Plant Repeat I asked: What if I disappear into the whole? And they answered: Does the orchard disappear Because it becomes an orchard? Does the river disappear Because it joins the sea? You are not asked to become less Only to become connected One voice said: Plant One voice said: Trust One voice said: Become And Trostani sang, You were never made for isolation Never meant to harden into stone Root yourself in one another No living thing survives alone And the choir moved like river water Through the places fear had grown Three voices in the green cathedral Calling everybody home Build tables wider than your fences Leave the gate unlocked at night Carry water for your neighbor And the world becomes more bright Every stranger is a seedling Every kindness turns to loam Do not worship life Participate in it And Trostani sang, You were never made for isolation Never meant to harden into stone Root yourself in one another No living thing survives alone And the choir moved like river water Through the places fear had grown Three voices in the living canopy Echoing together, Welcome home