State of Being: All Things Gaia
(Then)
For thousands
of years, my state
of being fluctuated,
I died somehow in a
cosmic craft ship shaped
like a cigar, long and tubular,
we crashed into the water, I was
locked in a vault that resembled a
refrigerator, I went through many lifetimes,
when candles were given for tithe and writing
was on Egyptian papyrus,
(Now)
Pleiadian flux,
the Ice Reaper
donned in hood
is still searching for
us beneath the frozen
water hacking through
with a sickle, my emotions
are always in motion, in tune
with solar and lunar tides, stable
is my current state of being, steadfast
in resolution, equestrian in mode of green
pastures unfenced, my state of being is concurrent
with unbridled passion and love for all things Gaia.
Copyright 5.25.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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As always, you have come up with precisely the right images. So glad you made it past the Ice Reaper! Like you, I had finally reached stable mode (though I doubt to the same extent). Circumstances and
?lack of character? have me backsliding, but with examples as stellar
as yours to goad me, be damned if I won't climb the cliff. Or should I say, pyramid?
Bless all the powers that be for you, my friend. You are a goddess!
xOx Phyllis xOx
Blessings,
Christine
May Gaia always embrace your State Of Being!
Lovely work here, I feel like a teacher correcting her papers..lol
But honestly this is superb poetry!
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
when we can look to earth and all the bounty offering us
from the sowing & harvest to cultivations
and all the timeless unending beauty we have at our inner reach
every single day from the tides to the shores
to feathers empyrean flight into these deep roots we all grow
Love For All This an So Much More
on my knees praying to the garden of my seedling crops
within my riches of black gold (dirt & compost)
Vickie
Response to Amber's challenge indeed!
John
fee
Cheers,
Dan