Return to the earth and listen.
Bring your soul to the mat and spill it out all over the red plastic.
Hear the howl of the full moon and let the dew of the night fall on your shoulders.
You want to take a stand. To make a change.
Yet you're unwilling to step outside that box and look at things from the ground up.
Let the wind whisper truths onto your skin.
Open your womb to birthing every sacred idea you've ever jotted onto the back of your grocery list.
Embrace the answers you hear in the silence.