Mother Womb Earth

Her essence is enigmatic and so full of love.

As I bask in her dusk light shading across the steeped mountain slope I feel a rustle within my heart.

It is a knowing.

I bow to her and she bows to me.

We both know that no kings can conquer her soul light.

For the power within her is beyond the scope of the masculine paradigm.

I glide across snow into her vibrating energy.

So magnificent.

The pine trees stand as the stewarding pillars that they are.

They cascade across the landscape in perfect harmony.

I come to a river and close my eyes.

The swooshing and gurgling instantaneously realign. I feel the beauty, the love, the flow.

Clouds hug the jagged rocks of spiring peaks that stand like guardians to her womb.

As we step on her living skin barefoot and alive we acknowledge the unfathomness of her fierce truth and bottomless heart.

We know not of the whispers and knowsings she hums into the wind, for we only feel them in the not-knowingness of our hearts.

She is heart-acheingly beautiful.

I go within her womb of care and laugh and love in her embrace.

As I place my hand on the raw vulnerability of what she allows, I feel her weep in both gratitude and might.

We are soul sisters in our essence and just as a wolf calls to the moon I magnetize to her hum.

And in gratitude, I conduce golden, sparkling light from the ethers into her essential body in honor and praise for her all encompassing glory.

She is essential.

She is us.

Mother womb earth I love you.