They Run Soundly
A Shadorma
My soul has
earth roots tunneling
down into
earth’s belly,
swirling, curling round about,
among creatures there.
My heart rides
their elevator
going down;
deep into
mother’s sheltering, calm womb
and drinks eagerly.
I have swum
womb waters fathoms
deep and dark;
dank caverns
where most humans never go;
embrace her heartbeat.
Oh Gaia,
sacred Mother Earth,
nourish me
until I
can hold no more and my roots
fill your heart soundly.
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