Back to Dirt

Published on August 21, 2026 at 7:12 AM

This is not my people

This is not my tribe

There is some darkness behind

The way they show up

 

They come with weird traditions

When ours are still not back

I feel the protector

Of this land

 

Someone please explain to me

What they are here to

Get done

 

What are the spells

Casted onto

This pristine mountain

Why are they not sharing openly

Their recipe

From the start

 

In the midst of the swirl

I learnt to relax

I listened with shame

The dialogue in my head

 

I then leaned

Into trust

As I observed something special

In their approach

 

They honoured the land

They honoured the past

They honoured the spirits

Of this piece of land

 

The lost traditions

The witches burnt

The tongue so old 

No one knows

Where it comes from

 

We entered the Earth together

We were all reborn

As twins

As family

From the same mum

The same dad

In a ritual

United and committed

To shift our lives

Into new

Trajectories

 

As the days passed by

Our energies filled up

With every beat of the drum

With every song of the elders

The joy of the kids

The rain that came by

The sun that made us laugh

 

We learnt to say sorry

In community

Sorry to the land

We learnt to say thank you

Thank you for everything you've done

We remember our ancestors

That live in us

We remembered our purpose

To walk on this land

 

Society calls

"Dirt" to Soil

Then, they invite:

Come back to "dirt"

Dress your brightest dress

And come inside

Mother Earth

 

Come,

Sweat,

Feel the fire of the stones

Feel the water dripping 

From your brothers' throats

We are one

We share the water

Let it run

 

Water in

Water out

There are no showers

The lessons

Accumulate in our skin

For days

To come

 

Remember

The flowery smell

Of your natural scent

Sterile

Is just a fancy name

Of the controlling mind

 

The way to restore health

Is simply,

To listen

To let it be

To go in

 

Darkness turned into sunshine

People's eyes lightened up

As the storms journeyed away

The rainbow showed up

 

The bell rings 

Casted the evils out

The prayers worked

We reunited

With Mother Earth

 

I'm not from this tribe

I'm not from this blue rock

But I am 

Paradoxically

From this land

 

And I came here

To protect Her

After 15 years 

Studying Her

Her oceans

Her ice fields

The history

On her skin

 

These people are my siblings

They came to help me

Reunite

With my mum

 

I'm forever grateful

To the sky above

To send me family

With great wisdom

To finally land

 

To the old man

With the cosmic vision

To offer a hand

For generations to come

To create this energy field

Near where I was first born

 

For the millennial oak tree

That rooted for us

The eagles that overview us

The grasshoppers 

And mycelium

That bridge our continents

And spiders 

Who weaved the spirits

Below our feet

 

So that this all

Could happen

In sacred time

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Comments

Silke Maria Haas
11 days ago

Thank you so much for sharing this unknown sister in spirit.

Brett Kellett
11 days ago

Thank you for trusting and staying with it

Esmé Wong Lun Hing
9 days ago

Dear Marisa so honest raw pure an deep i feel your words stirring in me resonating and bringing tears to the surface, thank you for sharing your poem your voyage and touching me🙏🏼❤️

Patrícia Guinote
20 hours ago

Querida Marisa, Tu és desta Tribo. Eu sou da tua. Tu és da minha. O Coração diz-nos isso quando nos abraçamos. Obrigada por trazeres palavras ao que vivemos naquela dias. Somos filhos desta Terra. Só ela conhece o sangue que nos corre nas veias, a Vida que nos chega. É a ela que contamos os nossos segredos com os nossos passos. Será com ela que nos vamos fundir no dia em que terminarmos este ciclo de Vida. Numa espiral sem início nem fim. Um abraço muito apertado 💗