A Waking Dream of Living Soil

 

I had a dream of living soil

Hands twined within

Black

Moist

Humus

Seething with nematodes

Bacteria

Fungi


Holy Communion

Between Life, and Life, and Life.

Her touch tickling my skin and

We, wrapped in an embrace

With

Our lover, our home,

Tierra.


And as we gazed into

Each others’ universes,

We fed ourselves

With eternal bodies

Transubstantiating from bacteria

To human

And further on,

Into light, carbon,

And water.


I awoke

Pressing my fingers against flesh

In need of sunlight,

Water

Bacteria,

Nematodes

Fungi

How I longed to

Dance again

With the grace

Of Living Soil

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  1. Friend! It's starting to flow again. So good to see you here...and everywhere!

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