Crawling on my belly
Feeling free on the earth below me
The sky above and
All the blessed and dark
Energies around me
My antennae sense and
Send messages throughout
My tiny body, informing and
Sometimes deforming my ideas
About the world around me
A leaf, no struggle
A waterfall, more challenging
I accept being fully alive
Moving along comfortable climes
And more beastly hot, dangerous ones
Inside me, no struggle
Knowing who I am
What I do in this world
I slide, secreting my healing, sticky oil
Onto any and every surface
Wherever we go, we all leave
Little pieces of us everywhere
Always seeming to have enough
Always being provided enough
Juice to keep on living
And giving
I revel in the sunshine
I slide upon the plants
And rocks who hold me safely
As I pour myself into
The next space and the next
Slowly, kindly, the journey
Is vibrant and slippery at
Times - at other times
No risk or sense of fear
At all
Now the day is done and
As I close my eyes
My antennae gradually dull
My body disappears
My shell, however, remains solid
As I sleep or die, held safely
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