…. and the Earth?
Another day in Whereland.
She talks to me in our own sacred language of signs
wherever I look through the punch in my heart
whenever I allow my inner magic child
to explore Her creation
I trespass mind’s customs — either I get fudge-sweet kiss
or step into poison ivy
The same base, the same matter of Life
a very different climate: hot, cooled down.
First I need to ground then root
into this new reality game….
…. where I observe second by second things I can’t undo from becoming trash
…. where I can only pray for trees in private hands
…. where I need to reach in and stretch for real nourishment
I am not bottled nor served in plastic
Anyone bought me yet? And who owns me anyway?!
I hope it’s You, my Earth,
You, big ball of Love & Land
I lay down my face on Your face
I relax into the joy, the shame, the victory, the fail….
I taste the blend of everything
right here where I am your child
and again we may play
until I’m sleepy