Among Foxglove Waves
Photos and Prose - A quick Symbiosis...
Surprise, Arizona… Indigenous Apache Land…
Sun setting over Oak Flat campground… time to spare as the world turns over…
evening wrapped color sky wanderings…
‘Self ‘- prone to mind.body wanderings… a windswept cacophony of stalks tune attention…
speaking from the breeze a language of their own - rustles, brushes, hiss…
subtle whisps of whispers - kin to my own silencing - receiving a power over ‘me’…
stepping into waves - One en-Masse…
descent - lying amongst the stalks - giving into a smaller world…
Foxglove reaching Sun… this grass consumes me…
There is no other world…
pods flowering florescence - radiant sun-edged glow…
revealing colors of this world - i may have witnessed in memory…
ambers, ochres, emeralds - to the surprising reds - contrasting blue sky…
refined by such a nature of gifted simplicity…
intertwined blades weaving their own world…
adventitious rootwork assemblage this commune feeds…
insects refuge - birds scrounge - pollinators copulate…
“In here, we are all One…”
the symbiosis of plantlife - blankets of roots…
alchemically - mystically - knowing what to give and what to get…
One growth equals All’s Growth…
rising - as I am not so rooted…
there is nothing left - and nothing gained…
only an added patchwork of being…
an imprint of some form…
already losing shape…
as if I never was…
Mother Nature simply gives… all the Beauty that exists… without regret… without fear… without constraint…
Her gifts are always given…
No more, no less - known or unknown to Us.
Shall we take for our own favors?
Shall we ravish her form for glory?
Shall She be the One to tell us The Truth?
Blessed Be
Grass-Born Mother Gaia