Earth,
My body.
Sky,
My wisdom,
Roots,
My footing.
When I feel
Wrong somehow,
In this body,
May I speak
To it as if the earth,
Was me.
Beautiful, in its
Varied textures
And shapes.
My body,
The earth of me.
My body,
My companion,
And home.
When judgment
Creeps in,
May I look to
The candied
Skies,
To the western
Mountains,
And feel it all.
Beauty,
In it all.
Crevasses,
Shapes,
Varying textures,
Of my body.
The earth,
My home.
My body,
My home.
May kindness,
And nourishment,
And wonder speak
To me,
When voices
Start to plea.
Return,
Return,
Return.
To this body.
This body,
This earth of you
Is good,
So good to you.
So be good to it.
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