There is a cycle where the veil lifts
The material is distant
And the spiritual is tactile
God feels closer
I know this unseen world
My body convulses with surges
Energy shoots through me
Heavy tears drop
I imagine them quenching dry red earth
Falling through cracks
There’s a direct line
A connection
God is speaking to me
I feel a longing for home
For the earthly dirt
For the higher realm

Before I bleed
I’m sensitive to this density
Energy feels weighty
Visceral, almost visible
I’m reminded of my spirit
My own wild nature, tamed
But the essence of my heart roars
My feral body sings to the beat of nature
I bleed like the red earth
I am tribal. I am feral
I stand with and part of creator