Roots curled and came back around to wrap my feet,
the nails, the toes, the ankles,
As if to fasten me to the earth,
As if to beckon me to see the unseen,
underneath,
the underworld that the over-world is built on,
Dark, damp, heavy, lush,
the layers, the history,
the transformations of what has been,
what is already there,
here, under my feet,
under everything,
That is everything,
The foundation and support for all that can be and will be,
The darkness as healing
the darkness illuminating,
Showing the truth as it is already,
without creating shadows or connecting dots or reasons or explanations,
A reminder of what is here, what I am, what is.
No need to control or look ahead or out.
Look down and within,
equal, balanced
the above comes from below