I keep forgetting I am one with the gods
without them I would not exist
I would be mere Flesh and bone
floating transition
No Earth left under my finger nails
No Water flowing through my river soul
No Air clearing cold smoke from my lungs
No Fire to grant me light inside
for guidance i would not feel
nor seek nor find

I would follow this path blindly
would not lift my gaze from my feet
I would miss the beauty of the
Forest surrounding me
madness blossoming
in fairies laughing
in pixies chasing

I’d be deaf to my ancestor’s calls
I would not see


I would not feel the roots I share with the trees
Because I would feel ungrounded
I would be