Pachamama

I want to sink into the Earth

Offer myself as a gift to Pachamama

Feel the seeds start to sprout through my pores

My sweat and tears tending to this accidental garden

I want to pick the flowers that come from me

Set them on my table on a Sunday

Place them on my alter

Set them on your grave

I want to reap what I sow

The bountiful harvest that emerges from my heart

How it nourishes you

The joy that reaches me as I see you full

Quiets the hunger

The starvation that I devoted years to

I want to create life through my breath

Express gratitude for the sound the wind makes when Pachamama answers me

She tells me to be still

To have patience

You do not raise a child in frustration

You do not build a home in anger

You do not flourish in grief

I watch her accept my offering

Loose change 

She treasures me like the priceless gem I am

Allows me to sink in her arms until I see again

You are there waiting for me


-m.s.

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