Cult of the Turtle

Joe Tortuga's musing on life,tech and gaming


January 07, 2015

Bread on my lips

My feet flat on the floor on the ground on the earth

Energy fills me up and reaches deep into the center of the world.

Up and up and up mantle, core, crust to land, to supple fields of grain

Grain ground baked cut sliced buttered picked up by my hand

placed on my lips.

I am one with the earth, and she is one with me.