Gaia's Word

I am the pulse of 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 

my body is resilient

my body is alive

my body is well 

my body balances 

and re balances 

I speak as breeze 

I speak as quake 

I speak as wave

I am sea

I am stone

I hold sunbeams 

in my green green

wild moss dreams 

I have ecosystems for 

limbs and red ancient 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 

I am stone 

I am soft

I am 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 always 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 

is your mouth begging for rain? 

you know when a storm is coming 

you know what full clouds feel like

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.