I go outside
To commune with my gods
Not to overcome
Or conquer
Or to kill
Or rip
Or crush
Or shred.
I go outside to hear
The whisper of truth
From the breeze
Or the roar of hymns
From the river
I go outside to
Be woke
By the blossoms
And to place my humble body
On the Sacred Earth
Not to discover
Or penetrate
Or elevate
Or illuminate
Or navigate
Or to describe
But just to be
With my Mother
My Lover
My Teacher
My Queen
To watch Her hair
Dance in the breeze
To see the light
Touch her skin
To smell her Body
To settle in.