Translating Gaias Heartbeat
Grow me some gourds and I will carve my drum and bead my shakers; mimicking Gaia’s heartbeat,
I will envision a new world.
A cedar and maple and I’ll build my guitar to sing,
sweet-scented harmonies.
Bamboo and I will carve my didgeridoo with healing,
light-song.
Teak and pear wood and I’ll carve my flutes to
echo across the heavens.
Mahogany and my dulcimer will ring
and drone among the mountains and trees.
Wood is the echo chamber of Mother Earth’s heart songs.
In gourd and bamboo, her joyous laughter is
sleeping within, until fingers dance her awake.
The blood of Gaia, living and flowing in her children, gifts us all with the concert of life.
It is why music, is the universal language,
that all life speaks.
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