I
Throw away your phones
abandon your homes
forsake all appurtenances of the life
you now live and stomp all over responsibility.
Go into the woods and stick your head down
into one of the dirt cities in the ground
inhabited by roots and worms and
insects. Allow yourself to transform into a worm
As you wriggle along the bosom of Mother Earth,
soaking up the nutrients and
enlightenment her flesh bares. Dance
to the wind hymn. Feel the lush bodies
of plant-children graze across your face.
Come, sit down, join the circle of life.
But you don’t sit.
You don’t wriggle.
You don’t dance.
You decline Mother’s call.
II
You are alone at home when green
erupts from the ground, a massive geyser
of floral anatomy sprouting and
blossoming and
intertwining and
feeling. Roots
form the skull
and vines wrap
Around and into
Nerves and flesh.
Leaves, flowers,
And thorns form
Lips, eyes, nose.
The entire colony of colorful plants
rejoices in chorus,
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Brother Lovevine is here!
Nature has surrounded you.
Come forth, my earthen child.
Take my hand.
You grab the enchanting herbal hand
outstretched in front of you, you feel
the spark of the sun, the moon, the stars
and the moving earth inside of you, you feel
Brother Lovevine transferring the magical essence
of life into you, awakening your natural spirit.
His eyes hold truth, life, death, emotion,
purpose, love. You see every moment that has happened,
is happening, and has yet to happen. You know
the beautifully eternal and all-powerful secrets of the universe.
So naturally,
you grab a handful of dirt,
smear it on your barren chest,
and crawl like a tree.
