"Who will prefer the jingle of jade pendants if (s)he once has heard stone growing in a cliff?"
- Lao Tsu
I am grateFULL and in awe, sitting side by side with the mist embraced montañita, learning the art of listening. TRUE listening. DEEP listening. 1001 shades of green sing me their songs, medicine for my water and air, womb and lung, soil and bone. My heart and throat are rose and turquoise, mirroring the chirps of the smallest hummingbird my eyes have ever seen. Innocence and newness are the same sweet nectars we both seek.
Awakening cells burst from their shells, dancing into the light of my shining bodyBEing. And in this Mayan Moonlight of FREEDOM, I am gifted back to the universe, wild as a babe and light as a raindrop with wings.
All through the growing, dying, and rebEARTHing, I can still listen. I can hear the rocks whispering, they tell me there names in tongueless languages. Their laughter rolls far and free along the valley like bells. I smile, I feel lighter, we are all Earthen.