I had a dream that I drew two circles on a piece of paper to grow information. I woke up and drew the circles, watered them with tears (every kind of tear holds a different magic), let it sit overnight, and then when I woke up, a poem happened. It is featured in this collection by Nightboat Books.

push everything that isn’t earth out of your body
even idealism
remember that humor is built in
and money is not
put mugwort under your pillow, sing to a holy well
go deep within unless
you have children then
go to the bathroom for as long as you can
if you think you are a parasite on this land then make amends
by belonging
receive love from wherever you stand
go deep within and let resources arise
let yourself be
a gift. let yourself
be opened
pour your attention like honey into your cells
unless you have children
in which case press each moment into your body
and follow the child
inside you scream like a wild animal
under stress it is real
the earth does not try to be good
if you do not know the behaviors of the earth, close
your eyes
and wait
dreaming is our mother tongue
reading us in the night
like a hunter reads the forest
we are in a dark night
every star is inside you
last night I dreamed, “face the fear that keeps you from being earth”
I am reclaiming myself as soil
some say agriculture insults the land
still, I am making a garden
on my way back
to the wild
through the common dark
we rail against