Healing Scorched Earth
This unbridled vertical energy
Dominating my head space,
My scanner spinning at a reckless pace
My inner narrator droning on endlessly,
Drowning out my deeper knowing.
In this barren landscape
Of right and wrong
Better or less than,
Competing to feel worthy,
Of constantly scrambling
To keep up
While always falling
A little behind,
Of never enough…
Nothing can grow.
Nothing will grow
As long as the vertical
Stampedes the horizontal
Without the earth and rain
To keep it in check
The sun will burn everything it touches,
Leaving nothing but miles of
Scorched land.
I shudder at the thought.
The woods beckon me
Out of my mind cave.
Rocky terrain and gnarled roots
Slow me down to a gentle stride
Where I can feel the cadence
Of the earth beneath my feet.
I’m back in my body.
My soul wakes me
From my dissociative slumber,
And I remember.
This is my birthright.
Limitless space.
The ease of trusting
My knowing,
Of allowing
Following
Flowing
With the grace
Of my own intuition
Merging
With the beauty of creation