Breathing with Earth Mother

 Slipping into the forest,

morning mist rising,

moistness of earth mother’s breathing

touching my skin, my spirit.

I ease into a rhythm with her breath,

the breath of the trees,

my breath rises with the wind…

Light pours through the canopy above,

I stop, wrapped in warmth

amidst the cool forest air.

Breathing deep, I am freshly born

into a purity of being beyond the boundaries

of this earthen body.

Lifting into simple joy for no reason,

feeling earth mother’s heartbeat,

my feet soundless on the path,

arms reaching upward,

a feather lightness lifting them..

no knowing, just presence

falling upon me..

© Sophia Murphy