FEET on the GROUND

(…not meaning boots…)

Bare toed, preferably,

deep in the mud,

high on the hills;

Mother Earth’s body

thrumming and resonant

as she rolls - rises, sets, 

sleeping amongst the stars,

beloved by her elements,

brim with fey inner and underworlds:

creatures, lifeforms,bursting with presence 

- dayspring vibrance and nocturnal radiance:a’shimmer

 with sunbursts, rainbows, auroras,  birdsong

and her burgeoning silences.

The way the heart responds,

settling like a calming sea,

pulsing with her 7.8 hz own.

We’re off on feet, not wings

to tromp the sacred land:

commune, explore ad lib,

step by step; breathe in, out,

suffused with everyday bliss-in-the-bones,

 all antennas-alert with not-knowing -

that inner child free to play.