tripping alone

Old Gods

when was the last time when you touched the earth?

lowered your head, bent your knees, buried your hands in the life giving grass and rich dirt? close your eyes, listen closely to the rustle of leaves, the song of the wind, the heartbeats of birds. feel the sun on your back, feel as it colours you in shimmers of gold. feel the life around you, never ending and never stopping, old voices singing the same hymn since the beginning of time.

take a deep breath. open your eyes.

you’ll see them.