Honoring the Life within me

With my fingers, I reached to touch the land.

With my Love, I wanted to devour, its imperfections. 

With my devotion, I wanted to nourish its soils.

With my tears, I wanted to purify its shores. 

The land pushed my fingers away. 

Its soil was slipping from my hands.

Its shores were disappearing with the ebb.

The land spoke to me through the birds.

“I don’t need you”, she said.

I don’t need you to purify my shores. 

I don’t need you to look at my imperfections. 

Nor to touch my soil. 

In my disappointment, I closed my eyes and looked at the darkness.

The darkness behind my eyes, where I could meet my grandmothers. 

“Help me in my desperation”, I said. 

But they were silent. 

In my silence, I reached my fingers to the nothingness

   & my fingers met my skin. 

In the silence, my devotion turned to my bones 

   and honored my ancestors within them. 

In the silence, my tears were dropping on my chest 

   and I realized my sexuality. 

In that sacred silence, for the first time I felt the pulsation of my heart. 

And the pulsation of my clitoris. 

They were one. 

I opened my eyes.

The land was bowing to my bones, offering its soils to my feet

The land was bowing to my chest, offering its shores to purify my skin.

The land was offering her devotion to me,

Beating with the rhythm of my genitals. 

I bowed back. Outwards & Inwards. 

Embraced. 

We were one. Yet each walked her own way.