Inconspicuous, yet fully present, She emerges.
Robed in verdant green.
Earth. Mother.
A frail shroud of forgetfulness
masks her true identity.
Not yet fully appreciated.
She waits.
Knowing that when you finally awaken, Her time will come.
The time of becoming.
One.
With every one and every thing.
Still, you hold back.
From yourselves. And from Her.
Soften, dear ones.
Allow Her presence to fill you up.
That is the only way you can find your way home.
To you.
