Bound and Free

Earth binds me to her with little callings of water,soil, plants, and rocks.
Even the way the stars look to me is because of this earth. She begs me to remember that I am born and here.
She molds my vision and my tactile experience. Somehow things are divided into categories, air, fire,water and earth. I am grounded in this reality.

But I am also born of spirit. The ambassador within me regularly commutes, breaking concepts of time and space. Isn’t it amazing that my transportation is incorporated into my being.
I am a citizen of spirit with unlimited passport.

Rock that I found near Santa Fe, New Mexico in around the year 2010. I like it