In nature, there are no straight lines

Humbled to my knees

from the signs

of moisture

falling from life-giving skies.

The soils drink it up

and so do I.

And it calls them forth,

the elders,

the great allies,

The more-than-human,

the unimaginably wise.

I listen to their calls

and I hear their cries.

Tears fall,

and fertilize.

Oh that sacred, salty brine.

She’s beckoning us to rise

up from the lies

that blind our eyes

from the Divine.

To come home to the truth

of wildness

that shines

within our hearts,

the unity

that thrives

within the decentralized mind.

And realize,

that any system

which tries

to limit,

to bind,

to define,

or call freedom

a crime

must die.

Because in nature

there are no straight lines.