Michael L. Hauser
As I stand on solid ground resting on the womb of Mother Earth, fertility seeps thru my pores.
Deep, Deeper, Deepest I go.
My awareness is something larger than me as I hear the heart beat of Mother Earth nurturing my body.
I am attached. Clinging. Safe.
I am standing on solid ground as the city I live in becomes saturated, fried, quaked and shattered.