Beneath my feet I muddle the dirt between my toes
like the waves beat rocks within their seas,
I root into the earth and revel beneath it.
The breeze catches on my nose,
carrying with it the sultry lullaby of a memory,
and it erupts from the foreground into my vision,
that like glass I see it through.
I burn with the fire in my heart,
I melt with the ice on my skin,
I strengthen with the tungsten ore upon mine hands,
and I rise with the tide,
only to sink like lead to the bottom of the well,
and quake like the earth I know well enough to dwell ons
past.
Be one,
Be wholly,
entirely consumed with the fate of the world,
amalgamating into the palms of these hands
the rudimentary blood of the world,
burns its course and scars the mother that birthed it
from her core.
The wind cries out and dips on the wings of a swallow
becoming whole and one in its breadth and everlasting breath,
The rain tears up into the soil that consumes it,
they’re objective viewpoints now a calm same.
And I,
no,
we as one see the cycle of our earth as we all become one,
the earth in our bones,
the water in our veins,
the wind in our lungs,
the fire in our hearts,
we burn, we crash, we quake, we sunder,
like the atoms that came together forming the elements
that make us we know now 13.7 billion years ago.
All of this,
is just a faint memory of how the elements will shape us
in their hearthan wonderland,
as we,
I, see this cycle of burning,
this cycle of reform and reprise,
this cycle so subatomic going barely unnoticed,
but duly less than rarely seen.
Fire burn bright the hearth of the heart,
Wind blow south the fear of sovereignty’s will,
Water spring forth from eyes in the wake of beauty,
Stone harden the frames flesh will bare to hang from notwithstanding the particles of this world
till the next.
Be one,
Be wholly,
entirely consumed with the powerful gratuitous crackle and sundered
fire by the substances coursing through us,
allowing everlasting ever shining life and will,
the rudimentary blood of this earth is within us,
just as it is beyond the open breadth and orifice of visions
we wade through,
Dear amalgam of metal and air, fluid and stone,
carbon and sulfur,
this is what it means to be a being within this world of beautiful cruelty
sleeping in the arms of nature,
and we accept it sweet amalgam,
That we have to notice that we,
are gifted by the elements rudimentary, mental, and physical,
that we are gifted as human beings,
absolute predators with no enemies but the world herself along with her children that make her,
and those who lie in this world.
We all become one,
the amalgamation of everything
good and evil,
Beautiful and ugly,
13.7 billion years ago we are one as we are today,
we are made of the same elements of the stars and that we know
birthed by our mother,
the universe.