Primordial Song.

.

Each movement,

subtle

brush stroke

in my mind.

.

.

Heart

pulsing,

sense

that moves

me into

the warmth

of You.

.

.

Primordial

BEING.

.

There you are

in the essence,

in the beginning

of all things.

.

And

Here, in

the tiniest molecule

and

the softest brush stroke

in creation.

.

You intoxicate me

and

I forget,

so easily.

.

.

You court me

EVERY DAY.

.

I am enticed

with your

every sound.

.

Smelling the bark,

holding the tree

close to my chest,

inhaling,

deeply.

.

There´s nothing

quite like

the odors

of the Earth Mother.

.

.

Primordial

SONG.

.

Sing me!

Sing me

on the inside

on the outside.

.

Help me

re-member

who I am,

who I was

and who I shall be.

.

I am here,

my arms

are open,

my heart waits

for you.

.

.