Deep in the forest
Where you can't find me
Where the birdsong
Drowns out your rigid lines
Designed to trap me
Into submission.
Where the air I breathe is the air breathed by generations before me,
And the land I walk upon is the welcome arms of mother earth
For no man can tell me more about myself than I know already
May the wise and gentle humour
That knows this to be true
Laugh lovingly, from the bowels of the earth,
Resounding from the mountains
Embracing all in it
As we tumble into the world together
New in each other's arms
Birdsong
Retreat
Safety
Depth
Longing
Home-coming
Received by the Mother
In laughing, loving, gentleness.
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