The Stars are in Our Eyes

Soaring on high, through the zephyrus expanse of sky
Heart singing in harmony with the drumming Earth
I am one with my home, and at peace with the Great Mother.
Above, the cosmos dances wildly as we raise our voices in praise
Of life, and of the sheer joy of being here in this land;
Our sacred space carved out of stars and spirit,
Lush and forgiving of our paltry trespasses,
And loving us from the soles of our feet, to our wondering eyes.
I touch down on the mossy ground,
Inhaling the breath of the land, letting the planet fill my starving lungs,
And crouching down, the ground has more stars than the sky.