heartsteps

There is no difference between
healing your body and healing the Earth
or helping another to heal.
It is all the same Body.

There is no difference between
healing Earth’s body and healing your own
or helping another to heal.
We are all the One Body.

Begin anywhere.
Begin with one tree,
or a bird.
Begin with your own heart
or skin, clean out your liver,
clear your mind.
Begin with the growth of a child,
your family’s food.
Then continue to include
one small part of the time.
You will be healing the Whole.

Alla Renée Bozarth

O Earth, wrap me
in your leaves -
heal me.

Let me fall
under Earthbreast -
feed me.

Sing to me
under the round nests
in your cedar trees.

Embrace me
when I sleep
in your shade.

Let your eye keep me
protected and cool -
hide me.

Warm me
with naked summer
kisses and

Cloister me
Around
with wild flowers.

Refresh me
with springs
and living waters.

Draw me down
into your well
of rebirth and

Let my wounds
Open
and empty

Into your wonderful
Compost
heap.

Then fill me
with your fruit
and bread, start over,

Let my wounds
become fertile
gardens and

Let me be,
let me live
again.

Alla Renee Bozarth

Quickly, in the rose
garden at noon
or nearly tea time,
my basket full
of pink flowers,
I will drop
to the ground
and the fall will take
a lifetime
and when it is
complete, my still
head on the Earth,
that essence that will be
what I am will be saying
for the universe to hear,
“Thank You”

Alla Renee Bozarth

Don’t look back,
battered child
Time then hurt you.
Let time heal you.
Don’t look back.

Don’t look back,
beaten child.
They knew not what
they did except what
was done to them.
Don’t look back.

Don’t look back,
abandoned child,
abused, neglected child.
     Denial is salt in your wounds.
     Dwelling is repeating
     the deliberate disappearance
     of your soul.
     Don’t perpetuate this harm.

           Break the cycle,

                            wait - 

                                           stop it here.

Speak out the paralyzing secret
and begin to come back to yourself.
Cry it out to compassionate ears
and be held in the hearts of your witnesses.

The truth shall make you free
but first it will shatter you.
What was broken can be mended,
what was lost, restored.
Find yourself, then,
pure and whole, a child of God.
Look back long enough to let go.

Alla Renee Bozarth