Rooting
She holds here with me
Pressing into my arches
My bare-feet receptive to
The gentle firmness of her roots
Reaching out to me
as if she is my mothers hands
pushing through the crowds
To reach me in the past as a lost child
She strokes here with me
Pressing into my arches
My bare feet receptive
to my rooting reflex**
As if she is my mothers skin touching
my fleshy cheeks
enveloping me in togetherness
She stimulates here with me
Pressing into my arches
My bare-feet receptive
to my dancing reflex
As if she is my mothers lap
holding me upright,
squish stepping into her thighs
and I wriggle in delight of dancing
upon the lap of Mother Earth
She hallows here with me
Pressing into my arches
The worn thickness of her roots
defy time
My bare-feet receptive
to my Awakening reflex
As if she is my mothers spirit
Pushing through the grasses
To touch me here now
as a reverent being, never separate,
always belonging to Tree of Life🌲