Live Bliss, Close To The Earth Poem by Chuy Amante

Your flesh is stardust, maybe.

Earth dirt for sure.
That hide goes down, feeds the flowers,
then the birds, then the trees, moms and babies,
life, then death, then dirt- Earth.

Sleep on it, walk it barefoot,
swim its waters, eat raw,
never kill. Dump your dirt in the forest,
be you rich and lost, or the poorest.

Feel Mother's love (gravity)
touch her textures
tastes her wonders
sleep close to her
with all be brothers.