I picture Mother Earth
Smiling at peace,
With all her strong and robust human babies at ease,
As her fur and feather babies
could finally set back into their long forgotten homes,
Playing and feasting
on her sustenance as they please,
Her lungs clear of wheezin’,
The breeze clear of poison,
Her eyes closed this season,
As the human babies sit humbly wait in’.
Hear her voice?
“Go to sleep dear children,
You’ve been driving, and working,
Tromping and rampaging,
Going and going,
But be still a moment,
And let me get to my sleep in’,
Catch my breath, but believe me,
Cuz I’ve been giving you all that I have,
And my bones so tired,
And my heart so heavy,
And my mind so foggy,
I just need a minute,
Before you can come back to play.”
Thank you sun,
Thank you sky,
Thank you earth,
Thank you Mars,
Thank you creator
For all these blessings,
Thank the day,
…. I am in love,
…. I am alive,
…. I am I.
Plant Girl in the city loved to take walks,
She loved to look into open windows and write stories about the people she sees.
She loved to walk into coffee shops and wait for a warm pour over while observing the plants.
She loves to bring home new plants and watch them grow new leaves,
And play music for them.
The city enchanted her.
But she left and came back to her sea.
She loved the salt in her hair and the evening breezes.
It helped her thoughts to slow down.
Plant Girl is happy as long as she is free.
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Mother of air
Father of earth,
Made me like water
Beautiful yet ephemeral,
When they die and nothing remains,
Did it even happen?
We lied still in the dank dark earth,
Waiting for that moment when you and I fell inline to cross paths.
From opposite ends we unfurled and stood in the thick of tall dark branches,
Until we found in each other a reflection that pushed them aside to let the light through.
Breath by breath
Mouth to mouth.
Transforming us to divine
Woke up in a funk today
In light of some recent events in the world, the states, my microcosm, the home, my room….
The first thought after teaching yoga this morning is that I need to clean, and then I’ll feel better,
But the heaviness would not leave for me to lift a limb.
Then I thought, I need a little motivation,
And so I went to the nursery,
Walked around conversing with my enlightened toddler,
Found a healthy new fiddle leaf fig and a lush maiden hair fern.
I never pretended to be perfect.
Happiness in a swipe and small talk, “yes the weather is much nicer today… no receipt please.” No paper trails.
Now my Boston fern and birds nest fern look happier and truth is, their chances of survival have just increased with their new companions….
As well as mine.