Returning to Gaia

Mar 2

[ma gaia]
[the necessary wisdom of course correction]

make fierce my willingness

to lift the veil
on the ways
I turn my back on you…

remove
the layered lenses
of conditioning,

expose
the seduction of
convenience;

the unnatural machine
of distraction
that draws me
always
away
from you,

rendering me

impotent
in service to you,

deaf to

your primordial voice,
your fundamental vital force…

attune the depths of me
to your ears,
your eyes,
your unflinching honesty;

portals of your
vast intelligence,

that I might remember,
and consciously return
to my seat
in the shimmering web of life:

your mountains
standing tall
inside me,

your rivers rushing
through my veins
like holy blood,

your forests
growing inside me;
a haven for the wild things,

your oceans
orchestrating their tides
deep within;
initiating me in the
eternal motion
of evolution unfolding…

crack me wide open,
so I can see
that I am full
of you;

my body
is your body,

my breath
is your breath,

my heartbeat
is your heartbeat,

my longing
is you,

calling
me
home…

Altar of Comfort