I drag my body through the dirt for good reason.

I tear skin against stone and make space for the season.

With milk on my tongue,

i hide away from the word and dissolve into nothingness –

where everything exists.

ANd as i breathe in the mystery of my destiny,

with no attempt to resist,

I become weightless.

Promise swims in the downpour.

the sun and moon share the dance floor.

and i am also here to dance.

like windswept leaves on a branch,

i move my hips in a trance.

and it is not by chance

that the beat of my heart synchronizes

to the frequency of abundance.

The sky clears and blossoms open —

another season of gaia has spoken.

are you listening?

because she’s whispering —

a constant wave’s christening.

kneel in her abundant garden

she’ll show you all that you’ve been missing.

I drag my body through the dirt for good reason:

TO remember what i’ve stopped believing.

to learn from the pain that i’m feeling.

to let go of what no longer holds meaning.

to rise toward a brighter new season.