Jan 07 2024 - The Earth

When I have nothing left
emptied out and hollow
and just want to go home
She rises up to meet me
opens wide the doors of perception

Takes everything but puts it nowhere else
gives everything without being good
knocking on the door
she lets me become her
The Earth, my home.

If it’s not all the way down it won’t work
I don’t know why but it seems right
It’s just me seeing Her and all beings for eternity