Michael L. Hauser

Feeling Fertile - Poem by 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.

My mind soars up into the heavens, where I search for Father sky reaching for the One to pollinate my soul.

High, Higher, Highest I go.

Many many miles where I hang out in surrendering. Where my body quivers as I respond to the stimuli which is constantly messing with my mind.

I surrender to wherever & whoever it is that wants me at whatever time. I am generous with my emotions, as Mother Earth absorbs all of them, I am safe.

I enter the void knowing I am being entered into.
I feel fertile in LA at this time.

Deep, Deeper, Deepest I go.

Taking in all that I can, Remaining open, receptive, willing to be used. Absorbed up into the nothingness from which I came from.

My mind, body and soul feel fertile in LA at this time as I patiently wait for someone to inject me with their mind, inject me with their mind, inject me with their mind.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2011

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