loneliness; an oracles neglect

her home; the warmth between tangible and malleable. she teaches me strength and intelligence; health, longevity, and flexibility. she tutors me in the balance of that which is desirable and that which is beneficial. her nature botanical, rooted below the conscious, and flourishing above; her process slow, methodical like respiration. like warm water she is comforting and present, consuming and defining. she finds me when there is need, i do not seek her. her disapproval heartfelt; shaming.

for some nights now she has sought me and spoken; truth shining painful like a fire too close. in my disobedience i have driven her away, in my ignorance crushed her spirit.