A MATTER of TRUST

I met it, full-body, innately,

completely unknowing

in my early inner child;

beauteously, horrendously

ignorant and innocent.

She - Mother Earth personified

in fallible, human form

was enough for the wild child:

something/one integral, ever-present.

A surety and definition experienced day by day

and that now I recognise

as so structurally formative:

insuring the generative capacity to trust;

• without a concept or word 

for it.

The bare essence of birthing

not just bones

but feelings of safety and

belonging:

the meaning of home:

locational, spatial awarenesses in spacetime

• implicitly refractive of the immortal.

The felicity, brazen aptitude, thus wilfully and woefully able

to adventure;

to confront, get trapped by,

follow any alluring unknown

with the pure folly of seeking.

Long years before finding where it came from and 

what it actually was

(apart from blame).

The ephemeral  exquisiteness 

of self-trust - hard won -

with no clauses or conditions:

created from experiential infant roots and rooting. 

Done deal!  Glory be!