Pulling the Earth up
through my feet
filling the parts of me
people have touched
and taken
because they are human.
I send it all up
through me
past all that I know
bathing in the Infinite
for a moment
to find the missing pieces there
and bring them down.
Every time, it gets easier
to paint my body
to move thoughts through the
feelings that wouldn’t budge
from places that people touch.
I understand its worth
I see gold for what it is
I can wear it or leave it
or give it away
We call it a prize
but do we know where
it truly lies?
