Here is a SoulCollage I created, and the poem that emerged from the images.
My ancestor tree is bare
The rugged twisting Bristlecone
of my birthing tree
does not reveal
details of my lineage.
It simply inspires
my living
into the wild flesh
of Now
Before me;
roots in soil.
After me;
sand drifting in wind.
Only Now can I embody
the moistness of life;
this muddy terrain of being.
From yoke I expand
offering my gelatinous form
as an expression of life
to this sweet & short
embodiment of me.
Ladybugs and butterflies
crawl on my skin
tickling my senses
bringing me more fully
into wild nature
and this evolving
ecosystem.
I carry the egg of life
forward into my living.
Before me;
rugged depths
of roots and beginnings.
After me;
mountains of human body sand.
But now...I am alive.
A living moment
on my ancestor tree;
A wild human
getting down & dirty
with this thang called Living.