into the origins of mother earth

"When you walk with naked feet, how can you ever forget the earth" Carl Jung it's only when we insist on shoes clothes, layers of ordered thought that keep us from touching keep us from being touched by this earth we call home she can, and she has been known to wrap her willowed arms round those who accept the presence of new spring green leaves the refreshment of a southwestern breeze it's enough to bring us to our knees now isn't that better than running directionless among mind thickets and the onslaught of honey bees oh how we've put ourselves in the line of battle, in the spirit of it being, "that's how i feel" when we give it up for the will of willows the ten million things emerge two dozen geese fly diagonally over the house sounding like huge hand painted fans cooling our minds, sending strong ropey roots even deeper into the origins the grass roots of our mother earth words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '14