In the Crook

(My Creative Landscape)

On what landscape is my creativity?

If I could find my place, my part

in the crook of the Mother Tree’s arm—

That’s where I’ll be making my art

With playful climbing, dangling limbs

Connected to the deep Mystery, Truth

Of Earthbody, and bending toward light

Yet May I be unattached to bearing fruit

Co-Creating from my rooted center,

While held, cupped by Natures’s loving crook

Making my existence Artist-in-resilience

May Creativity be my through lens of look

Moving spirits from fear & scarcity

into Earthwise of enough with love & abundance

Creating with joy for our inherent Unity

In exquisite beauty of our impermanence