When you go to Mars

When you go to Mars

leave me here 

(like Macaulay Culkin)

Take your greed 

and go to your 

“glory”

Leave me 

dripping in sunlight, 

slipping the silk of my salty 

soft-bellied earth-suit 

into the milk of the ocean

where I am home.

There is glory here 

beyond your

wildest vision.

Just go. 

Leave me bathed

in the collaborative glory of 

Wetness

Fertility

Of breath laced life dancing

I am made of the glory of this earth

I will be here 

with 

belonging 

and 

becoming.

I’m busy

the day

you lay your last blow to our body.

I pray you find your peace out there.

I’m sad for the ways life has hurt you 

more than you can bare to note.

I love what is lost in you

And… 

Enough truly is 

enough.

Leave me here with my heartbeat 

and breath (oh breath!)

it’s more than enough

What love is this generous?

I don’t really know how we got here, 

what we’re doing

or what happens when we give out our last breath, 

all I know is; 

the world unfolds her self each day 

to each and everyone of us. 

Whether we think we deserve her or not 

there she is, 

gushing radiance 

naked unconditioned ease,

Offering her soft folds 

To our hands 

with the most benevolent trust. 

I don’t know what I did right. 

I know a lot I did wrong, 

and still 

emerald carpet stretches before me,

blossoms fall at my feet, 

the sky sweeps blue above me 

and the sun parts clouds to lick at my trembling skin. 

What love is this generous?