Self-Worth

The Womb can rust inside

From lack of HOPE.

Lack of self Nurture.

Lack of Love.

Lack of Hope.

The point is to feel love

as deeply; as completely as possible.

Whoever it maybe.

Wherever you might be.

No matter what!

The love from the rest will come

TRUST.

Shhhh!!! Listen!!

They love too.

That is humanity.

That is beauty.

That is the essence of refinement.

Warm blooded, LIFE!

It is the primitive who seek control,

So barren in their hearts,

They seek to feed their mouths…

Their hands grasp.

Hands can caress,

And pull another into a warm embrace.

We Boldly Choose to look to our souls!

Do not look for love in a rock.

A rock can burst after millennia into the fury,

Of a passionate volcano!

But there is nothing like the loving embrace of Soil.

Plant your feet firmly on Mother Earth’s Soil.

Squish it through your fingers.

Lovingly place seeds in her depth.

Soil growing into trees.

Moss softening rocks and barks.

Grains of sand sticking to your human toes.

Crawling with crabs.

Bowing under the incessant crashing waves.

Affirm your gentleness!

Affirm the blood flowing warm in your veins!