Reclaiming my heart
My limbs tingling from the reconnect
Plugged back into the source
My reason for being
I was lost trying to become
Burnt from unfounded theories
As my heart searched for grounding
And landed in the open air
And now.
Now I feel the soul
Grounded in deep, rich, fertile soil
A place to stand on
A place to dig my feet into
Percussive heart strings
Plucked in the depths
Is me.
by Rine Aylar 