In her soil I plunge my roots,
In her showers I cleanse my soul,
In her breeze I dry my tears,
From her exhalation I take my breath,
On her pillowy hills I rest my body,
I find solace in her arms’ embrace,
Knowing she unconditionally opens her body to be my home,
She is a nurturing Mother,
Who feeds, and tends, and teaches,
And we the children are at her breast,
As close as we can get,
And yet we can become closer,
The more we recognize
That the mother is also inside
She the Earth Mother,
Of which we are made,
Whom we may find, may feel
In and out
Earth Mother
She of Letters 