My toes root in the steamy center
in red hot magma I listen,
to the birth moans of the mother
to the silence of a worm, to the splash of the mighty whale.
I am earth.
I am her echo,
A barnacle on her back, (our back.)
We are integral, earth and I.
A great sea of blood binds us,
a glowing orb in the universe
unceasingly conscious and evolving fast!
I touch our forehead to the soft ground.
I am an earthling. a part of her, not her child
but, as her, I go.