The Call To Return

The earth is calling me to my knees,

hands in the dirt with the bare soles of my feet digging into the ground,

grounding me like roots ground trees and flowers, blossoming plant life and

foods that nourish us, spreaders of life, fueled by light that shines bright in

the sky and exists in each one of us

Called to return home, toes in the grass, buttercups tied around my toes, lost

in the most childlike of ways

Curious and appreciating all creatures as they are, accepting and welcoming

to life near and far

Summoned to surrender to my deepest truth, the truth that I am connected to

you and you to I and us to this earth into which I dig my fingers, uncovering

something ever present, ever loving

Handful of seeds of consciousness, human capacities for all expression and

purpose

Watering that which is conducive to love

Conducive to bringing a new way to the surface

This earth, Mother Earth, has contended with harsh treatment and despite

that continues to birth resources and light

Now our love she requires in return

The course until now, unsustainable and dependent on fear and hate, cannot

prevail in the new, illuminated world

Remember your roots, stretch them down into the sand, salt on your lips

Eyes closed, remembering who lives in this skin —

a cosmic being experiencing all it means to be human

©2018 Juliet Altmann

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