I
need the Earth, its dirtiness, its humidity, its roughness, its
force.
I
need the Earth because without it I would simply fly away in thoughts
that have no meaning and in plans that have no roots.
I
need the Earth, for its welcoming feeling that never fails; its
majesty that reminds me of where I am, who I am.
I
need the Earth, its muskiness, its freshness, its spiciness, its
alchemy that resonates deep down in my very matter.
I
need the Earth to remind me of the magic that spins me alive, the joy
that pulses in my veins, the light that shines in the darkness of my
soul.
I
need the Earth, for I am the Earth: denying her would be denying my
very me.
2 comments:
Very well said.
Thank you! @Ila East.
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