Those with four legs and fur
have a magical way of refreshing me.
They baptize me in wildwater.
Not bottled, sanitized or spritzed.
Just is-ness. Not business.
Organic and sporadic.
Free, like I intend to be.
Free, like I was born to be.
Their nature-grace helps me remember
the primaltribalvisceral Sound
from whence I came. Unruly flame.
Burning songs of belonging
into the heart of my calling
to the Jubilant Wild. Honey-child.
I go by "Erika" this time around,
but my feet are not bound.
Just because I have no tail or wings
in this chosen body. My partnership
with the GreenWorld is rooted
in Love and Memory. Blessed be.
This heart that soars, and roars unto
the subtlety of sniffing breath
that signifies Your trust in me.
You are my gateway. I am Your voice.
This is the choice I made back then.
When We agreed to be soul-friends.