They tried to bury us. They didn't know we were seeds.⠀
Quisieron enterrarnos, pero se les olvido que somos semillas.⠀
καὶ τί δὲν κάνατε γιὰ νὰ μὲ θάψετε
ὅμως ξεχάσατε πὼς ἤμουν σπόρος
Dinos Christianopoulos

During the collective pause for COVID-19, oppressive structures become clear. Essential workers risk their lives for marginal wages. The poor, people of color, and the elderly get sick and die at much higher rates. Service and sacrifice are undervalued.

Trees are born from small seeds, semillas, that are pressed into the ground. They eventually provide nests for communities of life. Let’s hope little seeds nourish us with wisdom and health as they move through our bodies, as the virus moves through our communities.

Dinos Christianopoulos, a poet, was marginalized by his peers in the 1970’s because he was gay. 

’Christianopoulos’ translates from Greek as ‘the son of Christ.’ His poems are critical of injustice.
His phrase above, evolved as a theme for various protest movements.

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