Kay Elaine Ekwall
Mother earth opens her arms to me….
warm is her embrace,
“You’ve returned, my child”
and I cry tears of gladness.
I enter her womb, her icy streams…
which cleanse my dusty feet….my soul.
My salty tears mingle
with the life forces rushing to the sea
from out of her depths.
She decorates my body
with unearthly music of pines,
whispering, sparkling lights…
…flickering through the trees,
I am covered with diamonds and rubies
reflecting their glory.
The emerald velvet on her branches
heals my spirit…my open wounds,
I am no longer bleeding.
In the soft silence……my heartbeat
throbs with the sounds of water…
rushing as it nurtures all life,
….as I do, too.
I give silent thanks for all those before me..
who have fought valiantly
to keep her forests standing,
the paths, saving her pristine meadows,
the valley……so fragile.
Vibrant carpets of flowers greet me…
Indian Paint Brush, Lupine,
Buttercups and Mountain Heather,
they delight my heart as I take inner
pictures, imprinted forever.
Wistfully…..not wanting to ever leave
this tranquility, I do…
Calmly putting my life in order,
priorities in proper places.
My voyage into the mother, as always…
bringing me home.