Sometimes it feels like I’ve stepped from the bonds of reality and wandered through the gates of infinity.
I cannot tell between the aging lenses of my eyes if what I behold is a mere figment of my imagination, or solid fact beneath my bones.
So close I feel to the Earth that is my home. Yet at a distance, I am confined by the limits of my feeble mind.
Wake up my vision, shake off the dust of age and take part in the feast all around.
Digging into the earth with hand and knife,
Exposing the elements within.
Life giving nutrients all within reach,
Fills my hands with purpose, and mind with meaning.
To be connected to mother earth is a necessity.
Life was less complicated,
The greatest obstacles of each day was bedtime.
Long days reached far into the night with star-gazing and finding constellations.
Imagination ran wild, whole worlds rose and fell within an afternoon.
Always there was a home to go to, a family to be cared by.
Days ended with a promise,
New adventures, friends
All sealed with a song and kiss goodnight.
Rise up from nothing.
Spring forth the life of Gaia
Hem in and protect.