Mother Earth - August 2015

Where the blue sky touches the teeming water,
     There I float
Where the drifting dunes swag over endless hills,
     There I walk
When the winds murmur or wail, waft or gale,
     There I talk
When yellow grain covers the soil for endless miles,
     There I sway
When my fire and lightening torches the Earth,
     There I leave seeds of renewal
For a promise of new life is always within me,
     Just as it is within you.
Honor Me.
Honor Self.
For Self is Me.
 
Mother Earth