Mother Earth (9/27/2014)

Fire smoke cleanses the body,
Clean air the mind.
The flames flicker dancing,
To the beat of my drum,
While the stars keep shooting,
They cover the sky,
Sitting, writing poetry,
In a sacred space.
Even cold, I love the embrace,
Lovely mother,
Mother earth,
Here to heal me,
Here to guide me,
Here to see me safely home,
Some cannot hear you calling,
Seeing nothing in the flame,
Some are afraid,
You bless us all equally,
Because we,
We are all,
The same.