We are nature.
Our bodies carry its swimming waters.
We are made of the soil
and eat the plants that grow from it.
From dust to dust
we come and go.
Each time I bring
my hands to my heart in prayer, flowing my body with my breath, it is devotional, a dance with the earth and of the earth.
I dance with every tree,
sway with the wind,
bloom with every flower
in my being.
My breath,
Mother Earth,
is yours - the whole planet is in me.
I Do not apologize for my sacred body. All of me is holy. - N. G.