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