Mother Gaia called my crystal

Gaia by Josephine Wall

Gaia by Josephine Wall

Grasping a magical crystal talisman,
I climb the dream shrouded mountain,
Up to were the rock of truth waited,
Weathered in the drizzling dark.
I pushed through not knowing why,
Only finding temporal darkness in the mist.
The ringing pontificated prognostications,
Added to the pressure of mental confusion.
Hot air carried hollow words silently,
Whispers of falsehoods, imagination,
Incantations, pubescent nocturnal arousal.
I find myself prostrate before an alter
The stones of my desire loom as granite.
Weathered beasts smile piteously lighted
By the torch of myopic mental uncertainty.
There appearing in diaphanous threads,
Pondered I the significance of thread oneness.
Wobbling on its perturbation axis the earth turned.
Feeling the momentary shudder of Gaia beneath
I sat under a planetary tree to channel.
Gaia the primordial and chthonic deity,
Ancient Greek pantheon Mother Goddess
Spoke thus: “My child, cast off this notion.
Breathe the air of life, smell the soil,
Lay your head upon my breast, feel my warmth.”
There is a desire to return to our mother,
A desire to push aside the charlatans,
To accept the natural, the known,
The observable, the qualitative, quantitative,
That which has existed from the dawning,
That which is in us as we know it to be
Will be forever beyond our brief moment.
Dust we were and dust we become returning
To the open arms of our Mother our Goddess,
Life giver and omnipresent always beckoning Gaia.

Gaia was written in response to one of my daughter’s
insistence upon the medicinal value of mystical rocks
and the totally improbable value of the numerical
sequence 11:11 (what ever that means). P.S. – The  ancient
Greeks got it right.
Copyright: 2008, Donald Harbour

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