Thursday, July 7, 2011

Surrender to the Roots (and grow anew)

She lay her troubled breath at the feet of the towering tree

Surrendering to the roots' thirst she releases her tears

Pouring over into the clay she spills her lost hope

letting her bones melt into the cups of mother earth

her flesh becomes dirt

her blood becomes water

her hardened pain becomes crystal

Turning in time all the mothers before her

listen, and let go

an avalanche of old wounds

and as they fell they carved spectacular

sculptures in the mountainside

transforming history into magnificence.


Gwendolyn said...

What a comfort and joy it is to be discovering this community of herb people who also enjoy writing and words and the healing powers of love and nature.

I have visited your Poppy Swap storefront- truly lovely! I think I may indulge in something peachy soon.

Best regards,

The Plant Whisperer said...

It's a blessing to be in plant community with you, Gwendolyn :) thanks for coming by!