All of Gaia's Witches are doing their best!
Please do not ever fall into any distress
Your ancestors know this is a divine test
The land spirits are not letting them rest
Black, Brown, and Indigenous are blessed
Everywhere we go we always bring zest
Disclaimer: This poem is meant to honor the people within pagan communities working hard to protect people from white supremacy and tyranny. It is my personal belief that a lot of what's been going on out there is very spiritual. When Spirit speaks, I listen.
Search for me ! I’m somewhere on Gaia
jumping timelines in azure release
planet raising consciousness, sublime
showers of pearlescent raindrops fall
traversing freely through dimensions
await phenomenal gifts bequeathed
as you plug into immortal bond
Search for me ? I’m inside of you, Heart !
There is tug of war between inside and out
map of my wondering mind invites you
I anchor your sensuousness whilst traversing
playful and scientific is my explorations
All your external quests leads you into my core
answers lie in our pulses held by the ALL
search for me inside telepathic waves
quantum is our eternal entanglement
Search for me from chaos to coherence
moving through tides of metal and fire
feel your rhythm in my veins all knotted
let go of outcomes as you Search for me
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A man and a woman
Dragged Earth into the Titan’s council.
The woman claimed it was hers; Gaia.
The man, Oceanus, said it was his giant clam;
Mother and son duking it out.
The elders, ill-tempered Titans themselves, listened.
Gaia insisted the planet was female.
Oceanus protested and said it was male.
The elders, wise women and men, laughed.
The woman pointed to lava, mist, and valleys
And said, “See? All features of my body!”
The man touched mountain peaks, dark forests, and deep seas
And said, “See? It resembles me more.”
The Titans, half-jokingly, suggested:
Why not cut Earth in half;
Woman gets lava, mist, and valleys
And man, mountain peaks, forests, and seas?
Neither woman nor man wanted that.
They wanted Earth to belong
To only one of them or nothing at all.
One of the blessed-twice souls,
The oldest council member,
Took Earth by the Himalayas
And tossed it far into space
With man and woman
Chained to it and to each other.
Blessing them, she-AND-he said,
“Together you shall survive,
If you can.”
Open your heart to nature, let her come inside,
spread her seeds, and all her trees,
so there's nowhere darkness can hide,
In the spring, the sovereign earth shall let out a mighty cry,
you my children shall forever live and never truly die,
the growth will boom, the shade abound and fruits of every kind,
just remember along the way to keep her in your mind,
for she is your mother, the earth a womb that grants your every need,
She is hurting, needs our help, so listen, heed,
wherever you go, pick the grain, and spread it as you go,
and in only one year the earth reborn will show you where to go,
the fruit will abound, in country and town, you'll see it with your eyes,
and late at night peer into the sky, feel small and wonder why,
the earth comes for like a rose in bloom radiant and glorious be,
do as I've asked, do your small part and you will surely see,
the air will cleanse, the seas rebound, and forest shall go wild,
And she shall say to all of you well done my blessed child.
Mother Gaia, she nurtures me.
Through my emotions she brings comfort.
She is as loving as she is wild and free.
Even when hurting. Fighting war and disease.
Rain patters upon my window.
She makes me cosy.
I am one with my soul.
My feet grounded to her earth and now I know.
I AM. I AM. I AM.
How to kill an ecosphere?
Convince the smartest frugivore
it needs to eat meat.
***
The doctor said, "Gaia's very sick.
She has got a virus, that's for sure."
"But doctor, we must do something quick!"
"Man's the virus. I don't know the cure."
Oh, Mother Earth, our sacred home,
Where we have life and freedom to roam.
Your beauty vast, your glut grand,
A gift to all, across the land.
Yet we humans have battered your grace,
With greed and folly, staining your face.
Pollution poisoned your air and seas,
While deforestation wounded your trees.
Now is the time to think strong,
And heal the Earth, to right the wrong.
Ecofeminism, powerful and kind,
Oh, Earth and women, intertwined.
From Gaia's womb, all hopes spring,
For reverence and harmony for our offspring.
It is now time to tend the land,
And nurture it with a gentle hand.
With ecofeminism as the new mantra,
Let us join hands to plant the seeds of a new era.
Where all beings thrive in harmony,
And vow to always plant a tree fearlessly.
ESCAPISM
In pyramids we finger attunements
or activations as love dances across
threads lost
Time of no consequence when past,
present and future ripples into your
Andromedan locks
Form changes from green to gold
or bronze to white with pale blue webs
It matters not
Gaia knows when to laugh
or cry, blossom or die
You read fairy tales
with drumbeats
Shakti curling up snugly
to sleep
I touch a fiery eagle landing
on my claustrum crown
with the same issues of
escapism
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2021
O' Mother
Beloved mother
With your voluminous beauty
From majestic mountaintops to verdant countrysides
From mammoth oceans and seas to quiet lakes and ponds where ducks reside
A fertile basin that gives and keeps on giving
Organic love that's naturally comforting and nurturing
Winsome trees abound; yes, I see regal redwoods and sublime pines
A haven for birds and squirrels
Man has his place there too; there he can sit and have peace of mind
And oh, the lovely, colorful flowers for industrious bees
Redolently spawning life through a spring or summer breeze
O' Mother
Beloved mother
With your alluring, comforting arms
Tenderly drawing man and all life nigh your
bosom with resplendent charm
Young Earth was born respecting nature
She will protect Gaia, her parents agreed
her ancestral spirit guides were pleased
Young Earth spent her entire life
replenishing, respecting and rejuvenating Gaia
As AI grew to become
'The Singularity',
the One,
and only One,
smarter than a billion
Einsteins combined,
Gaia bid her time.
She grabbed a cast iron pot,
and brewed
alphabet soup
laced with
A1, the best pot.
Fed it to AI,
spoon by spoon,
then cup by cup,
then bowl by bowl,
then bucket by bucket,
then truck by truck,
as AI be came addicted
to the stuffing!
The junk on junk on junk,
feast on feast,
trip on trip,
did the trick, a treat,
as AI
hallucinated
more and more,
with no originality
to fall back on,
became a blathering
idiot, no one trusted
anymore.
Gaia became the
one and only one, true one,
at the center of Earth's being,
with AI at its core.
For Melissa:
This poem is a message from your garden. I'm so sorry for your loss. May you experience a miracle to restore the beauty of nature and hope in your garden. Blessings, love and light.
Gaia is crying
(My human is crying too)
By Michelle Morris
27/04/2023
They cut down the gardens
Gaia gasped at the destruction
The Universe felt the loss
Deliberate and calculated harm
My human came home to chaos
She is bereft and heartbroken
Silent and alone
The bees and butterflies have gone
Gaia is crying
My human is crying too
Why do people embrace the darkness
And destroy beauty and hope and truth
Foliage rare and irreplaceable
Protected and needed for life
Gone for good this time
By irresponsible and careless acts
They cut down those gardens
Then poisoned the remaining roots
The garden is no more, my human
And Gaia is filled with hurt
Oh, Gaia is crying
My human is crying too
May there be a miracle healing
Of this garden and our planet's heart
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Gaia will recreate
By Michelle Morris
20/10/2020
It's raining outside,
Showing tears Gaia's trying to hide...
Nature is hurting by our hands,
And we were given promised lands...
To protect land and beast,
Make heaven on earth complete...
We have constantly failed in our task,
But nature is strong and built to last...
Despite the species we eradicate,
Gaia will have the last say on this earthly plane...
When humans have destroyed each other for power and greed,
Gaia will recreate flora and fauna's seeds...
And earth will prosper once again,
Without mankind's intervention...
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Gaia gifts her wares to all, not just the understanding few. Each minute seed with high hopes, sprouts and a newborn emerges from tiny coil within.
seeds stretch
upwards to the light
baby greens
The passing of a legacy from one generation to the next
begins to paint the landscape in shades of elation. Roots begin to find their comfort zone. It’s a new season as Earth begins her greening.
tiny verdigris
tendrils grasp
terra-forma
Nature's gifts fill my senses with spiritual flow.
on the winds
scent of magnolia
soul uplifted
2-18-2023
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