Treading the midnight path you’ve always taken,
You breathe in the soft breeze.

You match the rise and fall of your chest to the sway of the trees.
You want the intimacy of the Earth. She is alive. She is speaking.
Open your ears to her. She has something to say.  

The lonely owl translates ancient tree’s thoughts into vocal melodies understood only by the wise. The owl is old and sees everything. He knows that life is about Balance.

The crickets chirp in waves; crashing and falling as worship to the moon and Her control of the tide. They believe that it is their praise that changes Her face. They are proud of this. Individually they are only so big.
They understand the importance of Community.

The mind-burdened foxes snap branches in rhythm with quiet sighs of air. It is their hunting song that awakens their spirits; a song unheard by The hunted. It’s their snapping that reminds them that they are not Perfect. They understand that without Imperfection there is no music.

The snake slithers past sleeping squirrels. She knows they are asleep and quiets her movement. She doesn’t want to wake them. Her soft trail on Grass soon dissolves. She understands the importance of Respect and Grace.

A low hum comes emanates from the mossy floor. The hum is comfort for the weary animal without a home. This sound comes from Earth Herself. It is how everything feels her presence. Earth understands.
She reminds that we are each other’s keeper.

You step into an opening and all sound stops. You feel the pulsing of your Heart. You lie on your back and feel the soft ground breathe in offset to yours. You realize you are not ready for such intimacy. “Dear human, You have lived and consumed without mercy. You destroy to build your Own name, and still are not sated,” she whispers.

Ear to the ground and curled tightly you ask Her for repentance.
Personal comfort has come at the cost of her well-being. She responds in Silence. A cold tear drips from your eye as you realize she is saying you are foreign to your own Mother. And still, you walk home. Understanding nothing.