I wish all I needed, wanted, reached for, was the Pause.  That centered settled breath that sends the roots of my being to the center of Gaia.  Deep I dive into Her soft earth.  Wrapping my toes around the anchor of here and now, there is nothing that can pull me away from Her beauty and peace.

If only when I am hungry, angry, lonely and tired that I close my eyes and settle all the dust within me.  Allowing the stirred up murky waters of my mind to rest on the rich floor of the pond, layering all disruption into soft soil of good.

I would never have a wound.  My thirst for minute self-satisfactions would be like a wandering fly; I’d open the window of spring and let it escape.

Opening up my heart and hole, I let the sweet slender breeze of Her beauty restore my soul.