A Longing

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Where do I go ?                         

Here I stand alone in the forest                        

Enchanted by sound

Perhaps this is where I belong ?             

Envisioning                  

The magic of me spilling over              

Tea parties everyday                

Protected in nature is where I’ll stay                        

I cry and I climb and I croon aloud                   

With no one to judge or interrupt around                     

I am guided by the instinctual wild                       

The etchings in the Earth                    

Tell me who I am

The wind watches me and advises me on what’s to come along my journey                  

Each ripple I witness shares with me                

Clarity. 

Water cleanses itself to speak to me

To nourish me             

To feel my bones.                    

Fire reminds me                       

Reinvigorates.

Instills balance             

Invites creativity                     

I spin I scream I channel my ancestors             

I am heard. I am felt. I am seen.                       

Only by trees                        

This is where I belong