Resource Migration

 The time is coming

Waves of humanity waiting to colesse into migratory bands

seeking refuge , solace

coming together, roving in an attempt to seek shelter from the coming storm 

Tribes , wandering , coming into the breadth and waves of what formed this earth

gently arching in to the wind 

graceful bendings  to the wing

reaching through muscle and bone

pressing against the space between muscle bone and earth

There is a great and mighty strength in this land

Ancient raw and ever unfolding

Breath of ancient sea's 

churned by the vortex of clouds 

awash form the sea

this land holds mighty oceans , great and burning mountains

vista's only small within the eye of the beholder

where do we start to breath life into this 

crystalline drops forming harmoniously

We are small in her hand

she is patient and mindful of her power

mother earth

mighty 

How do we reach across this

 How do we become functioning cells of humanity

beneficial organism's 

Held within a living breathing regenerative Mother

I will walk over her

along the slopes and deep ravines

 smell of sage brush calling after my footsteps

reviving the blood in both 

feeling the exchange of roots seeking firm soil

arching energy in each second of eternity

Pulsing in my hand

reverberating in each breath

we are small 

she is vast 

we are infinite

micro organisms , Cosmo's

everyone

each tiny pulsing star 

reaching to remind us

from whence we came 

to where we will go 

after our stretch across this vast ocean of time

 held in this tiny shining moment