I am falling asleep to the thousand-petaled sound of Spring peepers in the wetlands, one of nature's many elemental mantras, given to us for shape-shifting into heavenly realms within the earth's body.
If we would listen more to her healing music, gaze into her greenest eyes, touch with our bare feet her living flesh, we would return to the Sacred Garden in a moment, wherever we are.
What commands the fiddlehead fern to unfold, unfolds me. With every breath, I drink the milk of the ancient Mother. When I am awake, I arrive with each footstep in the Kingdom of the Goddess. All night long She gazes into my heart, and though my body sleeps, I love.