I stand
I weep
I cry

Tears, which for months have contained, pain, despair, confusion, doubt
now express relief, release from an ordeal, a journey of burrowing deep
into ground packed hard by a lifetime of beliefs and patterns

Now the soil of myself has been harrowed, ploughed, turned over,
revealed, fresh, moist, broken open and apart
I smell the earthiness
I smell the darkness exposed towards light

I touch the dirt. Pick it up in my hand, earth, soil, ground.

What is this really? What is this matter from which life can emerge?
Place a seed within its mystery and that which has been silent, dormant
gracefully emerges like some sort of magic

Roots pushing down, deep and deeper
A stem, fine and delicate, reaches up through the dark folds
feels the sun, feels the rain, feels the wind

What a wonder it must be to move from tight encasement of seed
to a form pushing down, reaching up,
taking into the senses the feel and support of the darkness below
the pull of the light and rain above
the calling up, the invitation down and deep

What is the consciousness of this experience?
What is the feeling of this awakening?

I allow my senses to embody the vision, delve into the question.

I feel a smile spread across my face as my being reaches towards the light
awakens to new and wonderous sensations.
I feel my feet and toes send tendrils down into the ground
I feel nourishment flow up from the mysterious dark matter
Mother Earth feeding me life.
I feel my spine, twist, turn, roll, reach, as I grow towards the sun.

I feel limbs and leaves reach out from my sides. I feel them strengthen
as the breeze and winds swirl around me, playing, inviting me to dance, to sway
to hear the song of my own self as the wind plays and whistles through my limbs.

The rain falls and gathers on my leaves. I feel them grow heavy, bow and bend
as the water channels on their center veins, drops to the ground around my base
seeps into the porous earth, is drunk up by my roots, pulled up through my deep channels.
I am nourished by that which traced and journeyed across my own body.
I am awed by the cycle of support. Its simple beauty.

My trunk grows strong, tall. My roots go deep and deeper, connecting with more and more
earth, reaching out for more and more support as I grow. I am connected to all around me.
Soil, earth, water, wind, sun, all growing and living things. Amazed each moment by
the wonder of it all.