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Mother Gaia’s Love and Remembrance

I am the hand that guides leafs back down to their mothers embrace
It is with my warm kiss that the green ones flourish in colors of simple splendor and joy
With tears, my body heaves and sighs, releasing the pain and bring forth new life to all
Whispers heard and echoed through my children, I ask only for you to hear my call

I pulse, I move, I shudder and shake
I explode in passions beyond the measure of any manmade ideas.
Growing, glowing, expanding in all forms, shapes, sizes and thought
I reverberate forth into every part of who you are, who you think you are, who you feel you are.
Flooding your senses, filling your body with a realization not new to you.  Allowing you to embrace the everafter and evermore.

See my hands holding you strong, feel my heart beating underneath your feet.  Understand my love with the kiss I give each day.  Listen to my words when they are whispered to you between the lost seconds of your mind.  This is the reality that we live in, this is the moment we are found in now – cultivate that moment, understand its purpose and your objective within it.  But never forget where you are, never forget the gift of beauty that has been bestowed upon you.

Tiptoe on the chilly water streams running through lost valleys, scrape the soft tops of snow covered mountains hidden in a winter’s embrace.
Caress the supple leaves found in the density of greens and browns, smell the golden grains of a world filled with thousands of accumulate forgotten dreams and hopes.
Feel the colors of a kaleidoscopic painted field, hear the smells as they move through your body touching your inner most heart.  Understand the colors as they fill your sight, blurring the pre-conceptualized construct that has been given to you by society.

Hold out your hand, let me take it in mine – feel how I hold you softly in my tender embrace.  I am here for you, I have always kept you in my heart.

If you understand this, if you allow it to enter your being, to  enter your mind and heart, to enter the very sanctum of your soul – if you allow this expression of love beyond the fathoming capability of a human mind, then you shall

EXPLODE

Your body will come alive with every possible prospect, for there are no limits in this.
Your mind shall surrender to will of your heart, relinquishing its desire for control over the actions predefined by fate and destiny

And the heart, it shall connect with every single point of consciousness, it will expand beyond the measurable state of now and then.  Divinity will flow forth, streaming, flooding, cascading in emotions unequivocal to anything you have every thought is possible.

The unity
The embrace
The surrender to the flow of ever love, faith, trust and hope
I am one with all, as all is one with me.
I thank my mother Gaia for Her love, that She sends to me in an unwavering act – never to cease or diminish over time.
In this I find the light of my heart, in this I find the truth of what will ever be.

I give to all, as they give to me

Holding life within me, exuding love out of me, vibrating light on every dimension and every plane.  I am all of existence, I am found in every single space, time, place and thought.

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When Great Trees Fall

One of the most beautiful and striking poems I have ever come across, enjoy!

 

When Great Trees Fall
by Maya Angelou

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.