she imparts it with her beating heart,
nature’s passion
wells up in her soul

in her bones, the farmer
the ancestor trying to come back
to life

and from the hard bed of childhood, she wandered
ate from the poison plant
then fell down

the green tropics hula’d her back to her Self
and she discovered her healer was the Soil,
her Art the raspberry vines, the asparagus spears and the vitex leaves

re-rooted to grow anew
she gives her fertile words of life, life, life
that bathe our pores and soak into our core
to remind us of the forgotten truth we’ve always known

through her spark we can see it:
the harmony that life can be, if only you’ll respect it

and because of her
the passion of the unseen life
wells up
within us too