As I lay on the forest floor,
I sink into the embrace of Mother Earth
Breathing with her
Being with her

Witnessing the clouds float by
And the canopy of branches painting the sky
Mother Earth is art in her very essence

Where do I end,
And Mother Earth begin?
Allowing every weaving of my tapestry to unwind and merge with her

Surrendering ego and sense of self
To be completely woven with the Divine

Drop in to the deep nourishment of Mother Earth ~ Feel grounded, soft, held, relaxed.