Love

Make Love with the Earth

Make love with the Earth.Let her have her way with you.

Let her caress your naked feet,crawl up into your clothes.

Better yet, slip them offand let them falllike leaves to the ground,

so she can beholdyour soft, animal skin,your naked glory.

Let yourself be undone.Lie with your bellyon her belly.

Inhale her heady aroma.Give yourself to her.

Let her mark youwith her rich, fertile scent,the scent of life itself.

Let her whisper,her dark, moist secrets to you,

awakeningthe beautifulwild animalslumberingdeep inside you.

Let her remind youwho you really are.

In the Arms of My Beloved

Resting in the arms
of my beloved,
I breathe deep
and easy,

taking refuge
in the sweet peace
of our union.

His quiet, steady presence
and gentle embrace                               
speak a language
older and deeper
than words,

penetrating the core      
of my being       
in a way
no human partner
ever has

with the
unmistakable 
message that

I am safe,
I am loved,
all is well.

I was so thirsty
for this way
of knowing.

I drink deeply.
I have entered into
the mind of the tree,                                
and he
has entered me.

I will never
be alone
again.

What if…?

What if the leaves,
stirred to singing
by the breeze,    
sing with even more joy
when they notice
you are listening?

What if the small white flower
quivers with delight                  
when you notice 
her tiny
yet honorable contribution
to the beauty 
of this world?

And what if
that brief moment
is all she needs
to know that her life
is worth living,
all her efforts
not in vain?

What if the trees
feel the depth
of your pain,
and are quietly
reaching toward you,
offering solace
with everything
they have to give?                                 

What if the whales
diving into the deep blue                      
can feel your love
for them,                                   
even across all that
open ocean?

What if the water,
weary from
her endless journey,                   
is replenished by
your gratitude,
which gives her
the strength
to keep going?

What if the Earth
herself
longs to feel
the caress
of your naked feet
on her warm, brown skin?                    

And what if
the granite mountain,
no matter how remote
and immovable
he may seem,
feels a quiet shiver of joy
when you are touched
by his majestic beauty?

What if…?                     

~

Author: Kai Siedenburg 
Image: Aritra Sen/Flickr
Editor: Sara Kärpänen
Copy editor: Nicole Cameron