Made for these Times

“There’s earth under his old feet, and clay on his fingers; wisdom in his bones, and both his eyes are open”. 

J.R.R Tolkein

Somewhere in the long ago,
you were told you were not worthy,
that this planet-walk was beyond your ken,
that you lacked what it takes
to make your way.

And you believed this lie.
The very same that dwells at the heart of all nuisance.

You are not a sinner.
You are an honored guest,
invited to the table by divine decree,

You were made for these times …

To bring forth your deep devotion,
as steward for our Mother,
as she rebirths her terrestrial body,
and we humans ripen into ours,

You were made of this earth and for this earth.

“Remember that you’re wild. You’re made of shark teeth and butterfly wings; and the bark of an elm-tree beetle’s bright, shiny, iridescent skeleton. You are not separate. You are Earth”.

Aubrey Marcus

Did you know that the world obliges your every breath?
That creation waits upon your word?

You chant a poet’s prayer,
whirl in joy and in sorrow,
wail and weep,
voice afresh the ancient tongue of wonder and delight.

Stretching out your gnarly limbs
of wisdom wrought,
you arch your torso into a full-body grin.
Feeling your beauty,
as Nature’s own.

You were made for these times …

Deep bow, dear one.
And a kiss.