I am
the mother planet’s
life process.

As I plant my feet
anywhere upon her surface,

my belly center resonates
with my earth mother’s middle.

She rises up through me,
our geologies join.

This earth world’s center,
be it her belly,
then my belly is her heart,
my heart,
her knowing eye.

She is alive to the heat of my feeling.
She is alive to the light of my seeing.

I am alive to the words of this mother world.
I am alive to the worlds of this mother’s word.

I rest in her.
The ground comes up to matrix me
And I am resting in her.

© Lisa Sarasohn 2013