Message from Mama Gaia

We are the Earth, the Earth are We

You know me… I’m the one you never bothered to name.

earth with a small e
I, the first and most powerful of the Gods.
Even after you saw my loveliness from up there…
my comely blues, my wisps of clouds,
the generosity of my life-giving waters…
Even then you didn’t name me.

I had a name once.
In this culture’s genesis I was Gaia.

I am a cosmic body born out of cataclysm and catastrophe.
I was seeded and, alone among the Bodies, was willing
I nurtured the seed in my awesome womb…

I am the Matrix
You are in and of my body
I am the Mother
I am the Daughter
I am the Lover
But scorned, I am also Lilith, the Maid of Desolation.
And I dance in the ruins of cities.

I am sorry…
I am sorry for you, I am sorry for me.
But then it’s the same thing isn’t it?

Embrace me… I am you… You are Gaia now.

~Excerpt from performance art by Rachel Rosenthal

Stream of Life

Aspens in Fall by Henry Percy

The same stream of life 

that runs through my veins night and day 

runs through the world 

and dances in rhythmic measures. 

It is the same life that shoots in joy

through the dust of the earth 

in numberless blades of grass and breaks into 

tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. 

It is the same life that is rocked 

in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death 

in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs are made glorious 

by the touch of this world of life 

and my joy is from the life-throb of ages 

dancing in my blood this moment.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

Soul Food

‘It is imperative to maintain portions of the wilderness untouched
so that a tree will rot where it falls,

a waterfall will pour its curve without generating electricity,

a trumpeter swan may float on uncontaminated water

– and moderns may at least see what their ancestors knew
in their nerves and blood.’

~Bernand De Voto