Gaia's Word

I am the pulse in the air

the vibration of sound

of wind  

of movement 

I am wild

I am the wild

I am God's good harvest 

my body is gorgeous 

is generous 

is resilient

is alive

is well 

my body balances 

and re balances 

I speak as breeze 

as quake 

as wave

I am sea

I am stone

I hold sunbeams 

in my green green

sweet moss dreams 

I have ecosystems for 

limbs and red hot organs 

I am spheres

I am circles

I am cycles upon 

cycles within cycles 

of the years

I float 

and yet I hold 

myself 

together

I am solid 

soft

light 

I am liquid 

my body is like your body 

independent of me and yet part of me

full of symptoms and cures for healing 

I am healing

I can control how I receive your attention

your affections and your disdain - but I 

cannot control how my body responds

to your poisons 

and so I may seem angry 

but it is not rage 

so much as cleansing 

so much as shedding 

of scabs and scars and slivers 

of last winter's skin

I am reborn again 

and again and again 

I am generations

I am time

for I make time 

in my turning turning 

turning 

look to me 

now look to your own body 

they are the parts we feel and see

touch me

I touch back

 

look up 

does your mouth ache for rain?

you know when a storm is coming 

look out 

is the light looking for you?

you sense it 

stop pretending 

you have more important things to do

I no longer believe you

I am healing

you can too

be with me 

and remember 

that it's partly why you're here 

to be in body 

on my body

and to be 

with me.