The Soul of the Earth

Where ecstasy begins

Deborah Barchi
Apr 14 · 1 min read
Photo by Ivan Stern on Unsplash

If Earth were a woman
bird song would stir her soul.

Her feet would wander with the wind.
The rain would cleanse her tender skin.

If we were tuned to every voice
of bird, or rain, or wind,

we would come closer to her soul,
where ecstasy begins.

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