Gaia

No, I'll not imprison Her
behind belief, enclosed
by a book or worshiped
in flights of fancy imaginings.

Let Him be the cock
with the fancy feathers
strutting and showing in all
His incarnations of faith.

Let Her abide
in the living water of earth
undivided, invisible
for Her children's sake

as a plain brown bird.
She is our common ground
yet nothing to bow us down
for She is found simply

in the sound of water
falling over rock.
In the flow of life up a tree.
Her spirit, to be free

needs only that we kiss
the wildness of Her
awakening from the poisoned apple
after far too long a sleep.

 

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