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When we are deprived
of the feel and touch
of soil we become diminished -
it's as if our nature draws 
nourishment and meaning
from what it holds -
our history, our beginnings.

Children know it
and plunge fingers into earth,
sometimes lifting it to their mouths
out of an instinctive need
to take in the mystery.
Parents are horrified 
and rush to stop 
the tasting. 
Soil becomes dirt.

When we lose contact
with soil, a sacred connection
to the world is lost. Our upward
gaze to the heavens or the inward
focus on ourselves can blind us
to what is below,
the medium out of which
life and our very souls grow.

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