Attunement

Upon the land, whose shoulder encompassed the surface of the earth

And bore all her burdens, tread the soul of man

Who at first dug in heel and hand, gently easing his way into her comforts

And as years passed, as generations grew accustomed to her rewards

And paid no mind to her suffering, procured his boots and scarred

Wounds that the hands of his ancestors had so delicately tended

Her revulsion mounted, and thus began a battle long-waged

As peaceful symbiosis turned forceful parasitism, man dressed as his own

Without regard for his companion, such suffering in turn has unleashed

Her fury, the scorned woman now quakes and tempests

As man virulently demands her subjugation where she has refused to offer

And takes that which was not given, and a bond once thought immutable

Crosses the threshold into hatred, for the few souls that remain

Who deign to reimburse her for the slights of their brethren

Are drowned out by the tide of selfish pandering to greed

And seek to heal a world corrupted beyond the flesh, a world whose bones

Are now carved into with cruel disregard

Her beauty marred by the ignorant surgeons they have become

But her children, her shaman and lovers, do not waiver in their commitment

As the rebirth of old souls, who, mindful of their sins, have forsaken the heavens

To return to her, as any who has known love would

Sons of the flesh, who remove all that would mark their existence

And expend all that they are to her, who cast the brightest fires to cauterize her wounds

At the expense of their breath, a trivial price for the wise

Who know what fate awaits those who dare not offer in equal measure

That which they take, she whispers into the minds of the enlightened

Draws them in, even as she expels all else

Who draw from her neck, she, whose bare shoulder intoxicates the eyes of those

Who dare not dress her in their filthy rags, who know that beauty is no creation of weak hands

But an offering of a goddess, to be lived within rather than upon

To be graced with a light touch, admired by a lover who would not dare disturb

With petty lust, there are far greater aspirations for our waking hours

Than deflowering her, devouring her, he who seeks to know her to the core

Need know only how to empower her.