February 4, 2022
I want to sink myself back into the earth
Cleve to her warm breast
Nestle deep into the dirt
And to remain there like some earthy creature
Such as I am not.
I want only to cling to her earthliness
To be a simple part as rock or stone
As some spiny cactus
Or soft gentle leaf
A desert peone perhaps
As the plant is so likened to both
Tender and single stemmed
Spiny leafed and gentle flower
The best of both worlds
The master of none.
I went to earth today, to the open space, the snow covered mountains, the peaceful breath of wilderness at once so close and so far. I fled my warm shelter for openness, convention for wisdom, comfort for the very blanket of earth and blue sky. I returned replenished and restored, exhausted by the effortless of having done so. I am healed, if for a moment, of all my earthly wounds. It was all as simple as that. I didn’t even take any pictures, it was too sacred to be captured in anything but words.