I feel stuck in a web of moving on
to leave home behind.
I want to be free of safe turtle shells,
to commune with naked nature
not excluding any egostrong stability,
as if intolerable
to civil integrity.
I need to grow free,
to feel communion
for and of all nature/spirit souls,
timelessly copresent in- and ex-carnations
fuels of felt fame
exhausted and ingested,
sober and jested.
I am asking
exhaling and inhaling,
and all Her Tribes
all Her Eternal Times,
all Her Sacred Spaces
wombmain neural regenerative Places:
When I must at last choose home
between secular wise purpose
and sacred integral meaning,
Mother’s birthing nature,
of all our polypathic indigenous ways,
of all organic truths
indicating this ego identity could not be all trusted home
within one compassionate EarthLove.