Occurrence Two

My history is.... past... present... future?
In life, free-spirited for her time, my mother was a doctor.

The "Muttersprache" (mother-tongue),
is it bones, wings, dreams, whispers?
I have to hear this for myself...
I have to speak this in my own manner.

Hawai'i has opened me....and opened to me...
'Olelo 'oiwi - on a deeper level,
the language of the bones...
forever imprinted...
yet always changing.

The bones are beautiful... like ivory.
I have many bones.
I have almost lost my bones.