Pachamama

I Am Mother Earth, Tree of Life,

reality My root, all Life My fruit,

jungle My riot of variety,

filling all need.

Let armadillo disarm you, teach you awe.

Let Amazon amaze you.

Ants are My answer.

(What was your question?)

I Am Beauty raw.

And when My harmony

has been destroyed by greed,

I Am bare earth, absorbing blood,

barely sustaining

brown chrysalis, future-bearing,

liberating butterfly: hope's seed,

Justess for all distress,

undying wilderness.

© Tamara Rasmussen 201,