The earth is not a cold dead place.
It is a happening of every moment
Now lost to time, encapsulated in
The way you sit, cross legged,
Breathing a sigh into the silent stars.
The earth breathes its sigh
Into my mind.
I reel, believing I have lost
Something, anywhere but here.
So many pathways.
Which will bring us to
The cold dead places
Waiting for a sign,
That we may breathe with them?
(First line inspired by the Explosions in the Sky album of the same title.)