Practice (Earth)

The smell of distant summertime in the rotting leaves on the ground, hues of time find me nostalgic.

I come to sit on the Earth.

I come in peace. I call in peace. Crave peace. Weave peace in a loom over my heart.

I come to sit on the Earth.

The practice gets me through the rise and fall. I breathe in and out. I listen to this breath. I open precisely. I open gently.

I come to sit on the Earth.

Water rushes over the rocks in the clear stream energetically falling down the fall, down into the history of nature.

I come to sit on the Earth.

Into love not fear, away from the darkness and toward the light. Taste the nectar and disregard the poison.

I come to sit on the Earth.

A thunderbolt of golden courage greets me into another day. I am bathed in gratitude, illuminated by my resilience.

I come to sit on the Earth.

On the other side of the pain and sorrow lives joy and love. Send and receive. Moment by moment. Balance by balance.

I come to sit on the Earth.

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