Earth Stark--dark branches linger in layers--like tight fitting blocks of a pyramid. They are joined solidly to the trunk-- moving tenaciously into the ground, roots forcefully breaking solid Earth, solid--not wanting to be split into an internal chasm.
and wants to expel but waits. "Who is this robbing me of my nutrients?" "Ah, yes I am the mother-- nurturing through the soil--yet another root, root, many make their way into me. Yet they do not, do not know that they are my channel. Plants have only a subconcious."
pranayama--they are taking me in, the energy stored in my nest holds precious organic matter--carbon."
and peering through--bark skin-- tightly woven dark shelter, not letting unwanted light in. I push my sight tighter into that fit space It is so small I am compressed like the potential of liquid oxygen. Looking out I see every other organism and I peer into myself endless variations. |