For Nature healed,

Our hearts cry out.

 But dear one, did you forget?

You are Nature.

You are of the Mother.

Why not start there?

Dear Soul, let us start..

Breathing fresh air

and gazing into fires

Walking by the trees

 and whistling with the birds

Sleeping in natural rhythms

and whispering to the stars

Eating real food

And trusting the bitter medicine

Of the fields

And our hearts

Letting

The feral bits

and the spiritual bits

Marry 

When we make love

Reconnect

 To all that is real

And, heal.