I can see the inaudible breathing of the Earth,
The ground rippling with slow rapid movement,
Birthing forth blades of grass
And fractaled purple blooms,
As I wrap my arms about your heaving mossy expanse.
With ear pressed to the vibrating ground,
And lips embracing the silty loam
Ensconcing my face,
I watch the persnickety red squirrels frolic
And fight for territory
As sunlight,
Like warm breath,
Whispers at my temple,
Licks me from shoulder to shoulder,
And tickles me
From spine to painted toe.
I feel my mind melding
With your organic sentience
And know that though I can’t hear
The chirps and howls of your sacred voice
Or look into your omniscient cloudscaped eyes,
That watch from beyond and within
The domed-firmament,
I feel you all around me
As I sink into your soil
And become the biomass
That ushers forth
All the new and reborn life
That you hold in store.
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
You seem to be embracing spring. My perspective tends to be more looking in from without.
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Funnily enough… not a fan of Spring lol Where I live, it is basically Winter Lite until mid-June. Ugh. But I like the birds and squirrels and greenery and whatnot. 👍👍👍
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