Sumari Healing Song


While you were sleeping,
all the cupboards of the earth were filled.
Mother Earth sought out each need.

While you were weeping,
your tears fell as sweet rain drops on small parched hills
that rise in worlds you cannot see,
though you are known there.

While you were sleeping,
Mother Earth filled all the cupboards of your flesh to overflowing.
Not one atom went uncomforted in worlds that are yours,
but beyond your knowing.