Invocation
January 07, 2015Bread 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.