Sometimes I have to stop myself.
Get down
On hands and knees
And bow to the simple ground.
Scoop up dirt in my fingers
Spread the earth’s moisture
On my body.
Forehead pressed
Into darkness
And breathe
And breathe
Juicy alive breath
To all beings
That have ever
Bowed to this ground.           

by Anne Falkowski.

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