Be wild in this free ripened soul land we take and give away our hearts, too. Bodies lie down into the rich soil churning with alchemy of death and birth we did die we became alive and mother grass kissed us as we weep, because we weep in the wild places where sky and earth unite; I am one.
In my recent journey, I've been surrendering to the ancient rhythms of rewilding, becoming untamed once more. I'm rediscovering the sacred cycles that dictate all existence—yielding to the timeless dance of seasons, the tender sway of life's perpetual currents.
Lately, I tread the earth barefoot, feeling its pulse beneath my soles. These early days in my new sanctuary, amidst lands I now cherish, have awakened me to the rare moments my skin has met the soil in recent years. It was a forgotten covenant, not just with myself but with the verdant ground beneath my steps. To walk unshod is to ground my spirit, a gentle realignment with the cosmos.
Now, I often find myself even more immersed—I lie down upon the earth. I yearn for the caress of Mother Grass, to feel her embrace, and to return it with my own touch.
