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I can feel it.

The breath of her.

I can smell the fumes of perfection.
The feeling left behind from her salt.

Mmm...
I love this feeling.
I love this smell.
This vital life.

Oh, Mama Nature.
I am so sorry that I have hurt you so.

I am so sorry that I have forgotten you.

That infancy,
those teachings,
that medication and forced bleeding...

...look at my arms.

I am so sorry I did not see this.
Did not feel this prior to our meetings.

I knew things were wrong and I opted to ignore.
Opted to bleed rather than see you.
Opted to scream rather than hear you.

Oh, Mama Nature...

I love you too much to lose you.
I love you too much to ignore you.

Despite the freedom we are given
it is learned in how to create our own chains.

But we do not see them.

Despite the eyes we were given
we chose to close the 3rd and so on.

Mama Nature I miss your nuture.
That grounding.
That enclosure
of when your arms wrapped me so tight I thought I would suffocate.

They call that Death in this realm.
Did you know that, Mama?

What many refuse to see is that Death is not an end.

As tragic as she may seem,
Death is just another 9-5 to help us move along without getting lost.

She has done nothing wrong.

Sadly,
just as Kundalini,
Death is painted by the blind without knowledge.

She is painted red and told She is evil.
She is slandered in man's breath as they fear what She truly is.

Do not worry, Mama.

We hear you.
Loud and clear.
We will protect you, Mama.

You have nothing to fear.