tierra, tierra, tierra, tierra

i fall into the arms of the mother who said,

“don’t worry, my child, you can fly”

and she held me and squeezed me

until i could no longer tell her from i

for i had kissed the toad, so now, i guess i die

and soon enough i was nothing at all

not black and not white, no colors, no light

no words, or if there were, deaf ears were where they fall

and i guess there was no time

nor was there a real sense of i

but it did not last, this eternal night

for there came a primordial rumble

a songline to change the paradigm

and, oh, what a wonderful ride

that is, until the collide

into a wave of another mumble

and suddenly we were destined for new skies

exploding beams of ancient light

to create the stars held within your very eyes

with each touch, twine, and tear of another 

there, birthed new shapes and color

and so it continued, on and on

as each eon and ion came to exist

and with them, every egoist

then, from that place where we all are blissed

the offer was given,

“stay here or go back to playing in the mist”

separate, but destined

and there was no true question

for back on Earth, there she forever slept

Destinie, her essence, so radiant 

and there was no greater honor

than to let her further explore the mortal gradient

tierra, tierra, tierra, tierra

i was, again, falling into the arms of the mother who said,

“don’t worry, my child, you can fly”

and with an inhale, air as fresh as mountain mist 

filled lungs, thirsty for true love’s kiss

bringing me back to my most sacred gift