Hasa Adi

id like to go back to Her that i came from

shes rotten now, and her womb has been polluted

her bearings have been cut down, wasted, degraded

she is sick

if i may nourish her, return to which i came, deep in the soil of her bosom

then bury me in her gardens

toss me in her rivers

and spread me across her lands

return me to her, as I slept peacefully for thousands of years, and yearn to do so again