I have been reading a book called “Animate Earth: Science, Intuition and Gaia” by Stephan Harding. It inspired my new mission statement (”Speaking the Word For Gaia”) and this song (which I’m searching for a good title for):

A Song For Gaia

She is the ground that I stand on
she is the air that I breathe
She is the stuff I am made from
She is both mother and father to me

She is the stars in the heavens
for she is the eyes that I see with
She is all my relations
she is both mother and father to me

This wood is my father, this stone gave me birth
I will place no other God before her
This earth is my mother, this stone gave me birth
I will place no other God before her

she is this path we are taking
she is the poisons we spill
she is these bonds we are breaking
she is all the species we kill

she is our face in the mirror
she is the works of our hands
she is this green revolution
She has a purpose for man

This wood is my father, this stone gave me birth
I will place no other God before her
This earth is my mother, this stone gave me birth
I will place no other God before her

She is this crisis I’m facing
She is this song that I sing
She is my final salvation
She’s life and she’s death, she is everything

She is the stars in the heavens
for she is the eyes that I see with
She is all my relations
she is both mother and father to me

This wood is my father, this stone gave me birth
I will place no other God before her
This earth is my mother, this stone gave me birth
I will place no other God before her

She is the land where I’m standing
She is the stuff I am made from
She is the blood in my veins
She’s life and she’s death, she is everything
and she is both mother and father to me

Another new song, oh joy (and a drawing too):

The Chain of Pain

chorus:
I cry for you, you cry for her
she cry for someone else again
everybody hungry, is nobody whole
all links in the chain of pain

love is a killer, fate bound to fate
when true lover turn from his mate
he turn to another, who leave him in turn
making a chain of pain
chorus:

if love is the answer, this is the question
why do I go through this again
harden my heart, only hurt myself
forging a chain of pain
chorus:

pick up the pieces, bleeding bits of heart
pick them up and cry for you again
holding together, waiting forever
linked in the chain of pain
chorus:

Reckless Grace

She had a normal life, as a mother and a wife
through years of joy and strife, she kept the faith
she was happy in his shade, she lived for the love they made
she would have stayed forever, but he pulled out his tether
and he left her for another half her age

Now she’s got fire in her eyes, she’s lost her faith in lies
she’s come out of disguise, look at her face
She’s ready, and she’s set, she’ll take all that she can get
On life, she’s placing bets with reckless grace

Her heart was always true through the choices that she drew
through her changes, she knew love cannot die
now she’s angry and alive, through it all, she survived
now her heart will thrive, now her life force has revived
she is here, clear and live, free of the cage

She’s got fire in her eyes, she’s got no time for lies
she’s come out of disguise, just see her face
Through her joy and sorrow, she will love again tomorrow
Living to the marrow with reckless grace

She’s a woman on her own, see how strong she’s grown
all those seeds she’s sown have rooted deep
She’s a cougar on the prowl, in the nighttime hear her howl
here is where, and now is when, in this circle of her friends
it’s a beginning, not an end, turn the page

She’s got fire in her eyes, don’t try to give her lies
she’s got no disguise, look at her face
she’s a wise one, she’s a mother, she’s my friend, and she’s a lover
exploring her discoveries with reckless grace

She’s got fire in her eyes, don’t try to give her lies
She’s got no disguise, see her shine
she’s a wise one, she’s a mother, she’s my friend, and she’s a lover
so whoever discovers her, stand in line
Yeah, whoever discovers her… stand in line!

So it has come around again, yes

And hopeful heart springs reflexively

Spinning visions of what might yet be

If only this or that would change

So the perfect path to the perfect future

Could unfold perfectly

If he gets over her, if he

Remembers me, if we

Come together for long enough

In the right way, at the right time

Then, says hopeful heart,

Love might again find its way home.

Hope springs on skinny legs

While realism sees the space between

now and maybe, keeps my feet

On earth, eyes front

I saw a rainbow today
Went out of my way and behold!
Unexpected, brief and beautiful
It lit the sky, white birds flying
In its colours.

I wasn’t seeking beauty,
Merely something different from
What has become routine
I walked in a new direction
Lay my foot upon the path
less traveled

Was rewarded by
Bright beauty that seemed
Meant just for me
The only witness
As far as I could see.

Life is subjective
I cannot credit arguments
In favour of random chance,
Meaninglessness has no meaning
In my universe

This fresh sweaty feeling
Post-dance and pre-sleep
Is worth all the tales I tell myself
To see myself clearly I need
The mirroring of others, eyes clean
And ready for the moment
Within this skin, I am contained
I watch while immersed
In selfness, seeing patterns form and
Re-form, mesh and separate
My personal space merges with
This one, and that, all
Sisters and brothers
From other mothers
Not so unlike, our stories
not so distinct
It becomes difficult to tell
The difference between
when we dance to
the same music,
follow the same wave

It was a round room
Filled with five people, small
We turned animal, in a good way
Yowling, howling, with angels
Singing in the space between
When it came to me in the center,
I entered without expectation
Taken by surprise by the size
Of movement that emerged
The surging urges were
Held in the container, candlelit
I stopped, thinking to
Occupy less space and time
But the group urged me
And I found I was not finished
Dove back into the deep
To find my changes
And surfaced, a new self
to carry into this new year

Sleep weights my eyelids
Theta weights my brain
Thoughts slide like snails
Leaving rainbow stain
Future looms ahead
Past is pressing in
Here and now besieged
Time to start again
Find a perfect moment
Never ever leave
Root like General Sherman
Grandmother of trees
‘If only’ is a phrase
To purge from my vocab
And ‘what if’, and ‘what next’
Watch me start to blab
In words without a precedent
As vagrant as a breeze
Awakening the flowers’
Fragrance for the bees
And in this perfect moment
This perfect alpha state
I float, and slide, and flow
Free to find my fate

O this hankering, hunger for
More of what I never had
Eats my brains, drives me out of sane
Into some new potential
Kundalini rising, explosions
Without pain

Enough delays, enough excuses
This train has waited too long
On that dead-end spur
My fur needs stroking
And so do other things,
But forget your blind poking
I don’t do that no more

I need somebody with eyes in
His fingers and ears
In his skin
Somebody who knows it’s
Never too late to begin

I need somebody
who cares more about
The feeling than the look
Who won’t make me wrong
For how long it took

I need
somebody ready
I need
somebody now

I said, “Twenty years ago,
I was beautiful.”
She (my friend) said:
“What are you talking about?
You’re beautiful NOW.”

She (my other friend)
Gave me a crystal heart
For Christmas
Treated with gold
Pinkish, glowing, lovely
She said, “It reminds me
Of your face.”

She (my other friend)
Showed me a chapter
Called “Feminine Radiance”
From a book she was reading
She said, “This is
About you.”

I wonder why it is
Women see me
In beauty ways

My fear of mortality
Is reflected in
The eyes of men

Through a haze
Of projection and rejection
My heart heals