Gaia the Earth

I sleep in the mountains

rolling in slow eons

under blankets of snow,

My birthing knees

spread wide in sheets of white,

My fertile crotch feathered with trees.

The sky is My lover,

stroking blue adoration of wind

over My arching flesh,

My welcoming curves.

Rivulets carve My cleavage gently,

fingertips searching,

deep-tracing My wrinkles.

Light plays on My dusky skin,

a dance of changes.

Creatures with sensitive

noses, feet, antennae,

drink My vibrant sustenance.

They touch My Source for life,

as you do, creatures all.

No matter how high you jump,

you touch the ground again,

return to dust,

to kiss My deep embracing earth.

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Close your eyes and touch Me. 

Run your hands along My mountains.

My breasts are flowing rivers. 

My belly holds a secret.

Put your head on Me and listen! 

My thighs give birth to valleys.

Close your eyes and touch Me!

My earth has arms to hold you.

My mists caress you lightly. 

My winds beat in a rhythm.

My waves explore your secrets. 

Now never more be lonely;

now see Me in all beings.

My streams flow in your veins.

Close your eyes, caress Me.

Touch me in your body.

Feel Me all around you.

Feel Me deep within.

You are My beloved!

Now use your hands for healing.

Begin with your own body

that aches to feel its joy.

Close your eyes and trust Me,

and touch yourself completely,

your mountains and your valleys.

You know we are one Mystery. 

You know that we are One.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018