Earth calling. I (we) am earth. Cells. Mycelium. Moisture. Frequencies of sound and color and light and timelessness.
Forest. Plant. Seed.
Re-membering so much of what’s already been given. Language won’t reveal herself. Nothing to be named while in the midst.
“Waves rise from water. Flames arise from fire. Rays emanate from the sun. So do you and I shine forth from the Mysterious One.” The Radiance Sutras by Lorin Roche.