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Sophia Xiao-fan Austrins 張曉帆

Word Offerings
poetry with visual musings

Side By Side

So close to one another

We are living side by side

yet we do not turn to look each other 

Where there's depth behind our eyes


There is a hurt that stirs our memories

There was a time it seemed we'd tried

We don't dare to touch the coals

That burnt our trust and filled our sighs


We each know what we will strive for

Yes we feverishly believe 

in that future where our people

have the right and air to breathe


But our people are in silos

Working in our separate grief

When our cries could ring together

Bringing systems to their knees


What does liberation look like?

From the chains we hold ourselves

Made from scarcity they left us

Scrambling for what's left or else 

Could we learn to build together?

Could we find a way that melds

Many ways of finding freedom

Many strands towards building wealth?


No not one and not the other

But both and more and all

Giving power to each other

Building bridges, crossing walls


We all dream abundant futures

to breathe care into our youth

But our differences evade us

As we each claim our own truth


Will we dare visit our fires

Smoldering hot and hidden flames

To seek the waters that will let us

Heal, extinguish heat with rain


Will we turn to one another?

Will we be together free?

To believe into a vision

Shared with care and held as we?


Dark. 

Holes. 

Heavy. 

Tumbling. 

Growing. 

Glowing. 

Held.

To the Ones Before Me. I don’t know your names. Not all of them. Some are stories overheard, some are silence. But I—know—you.  Listen—feel: The pulse of your journeys, the lessons woven into every step. You are with us in the way our hands see, a quiet thread connecting us to all that came before.  You crossed oceans to carve out our lives. Your sacrifices bear the soil from which our hope grows.  Look into my hands. What do you see? The traces of your work, the weight of your dreams.  You are not gone— you are here in the breath of incense, in the light of every candle, in the quiet blessing of my day.  I trust that you are nourished, wrapped in warmth, surrounded by we who remember you. your journeys complete, your spirit lifted. your love remains.  -Sophia Xiao-fan Austrins

School of the Unlearning:

Sun and Sea:

What is the emotion of the Sea?

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