Je Suis

I am aware of the sounds around me; I can hear the faint flutter of a hummingbird's wings. I notice the leaves dancing to the ground. I hear the shuffle of invisible creatures scurrying back to the shadows that they call home. I know the seasons are changing; the scent has altered itself from one of stagnant dreams to one of promise. I am aware of the dirt upon which I stand. My feet are planted firmly, melting into the comfort of the earth and reuniting me with my Mother. I feel the dirt transform my hands, unveiling their true purpose. It holds fast to the creases in my palm and finds solace beneath my crooked fingernails. I am aware that this completes the crevices of my soul. The dirt proves to me that I am more than bones; it is wholesome; pure... So many things my world is not. I can sense Her mocking what life has become. Yet, as the wind stirs through the branches of Her hair, a whisper tickles my ear: "You are alive".