I gather my Earth

In the palm of my hands

And hold her close to me,

Mother Earth breathes heavy… 

For all that we are

In sickness and health

Air, Water, Fire…

The elements that make her

Makes Us… 

And yet  

We contort and distort

Continued corruption

Continued pollution 

Continued violence

Till her Sun turns gray

Mother Earth

And the sky grumble… 

I pick up this grumbling Mother

And hold her in my palms

She winces and whimpers..

We embrace

Her spirit whispers to me 

I am larger than the distortion

I am greater the Contortion

I am the nurturer

I am, therefore…

You are. 

In glorious beauty

In strength 

In vulnerability 

I exist

Therefore

You exist

So flow with me

Flow with life

Heal from me

If only you wanted to heal…