Simple Roots

I find my way
by resting back,
into the sand, the land,
the great mother drum.
The rhythm of Her
guides the next
ripe moves, 
the freshest plucked grooves, 
the richest Truth,
when I open myself up to hear.
I roll over
and see sky everywhere.
Light fills eyes with blue,
heart swells with gratitude,
the richest teachings
always have the simplest roots.