Letters and Prayers to Gaia

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Love Always
mudra

Love Always
mudra

Mother Earth
Gazing up toward the light,
...spinning slowly 'round.
Hear her soft sweet lullaby,
...and sink toward the ground.

Feel her peaceful greenness,
...breathe in her clear blue sky.
Evermore forgiving;
...be thankful she's alive.

Give back to her so kindly,
...her face we've known since birth.
Cherish her not blindly,
...for she's our only Mother Earth.

C. Lynn Thomas

Love Always
mudra

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Cry Of A Waking Heart

I stand before you with my mind open wide
waiting to receive whatever will be
the world the eyes survey is not the only world
for deep within the soul can be found all things

Like the shape of sound, the shape of wind
like the shape of things when they first begin
how could I stop what I had to start
the cry of a waking heart

(Chorus):
All I want is to love you
all I need is to get through
what I believe is a light in the dark
the crying of a waking heart

You shine inside me like the moon in the stream
and the waters flow around me
Like the colour of sun I cannot explain
behind the familiar the view is strange
maybe to love is to fly apart
and this emotion the cry of a waking heart

(Chorus):

(Bridge):
Golden slumber
now and forever
truly rising
imagine heaven
one vibration
this eternal thing

(Chorus x2, out)

hieroglyphic stairway - written by Drew Dellinger



it's 3:23 in the morning
and I'm awake
because my great great grandchildren
won't let me sleep
my great great grandchildren
ask me in dreams
what did you do while the planet was plundered?
what did you do when the earth was unraveling?

surely you did something
when the seasons started failing?

as the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying?

did you fill the streets with protest
when democracy was stolen?

what did you do
once
you
knew?

I'm riding home on the Colma train
I've got the voice of the milky way in my dreams

I have teams of scientists
feeding me data daily
and pleading I immediately
turn it into poetry

I want just this consciousness reached
by people in range of secret frequencies
contained in my speech

I am the desirous earth
equidistant to the underworld
and the flesh of the stars

I am everything already lost

the moment the universe turns transparent
and all the light shoots through the cosmos

I use words to instigate silence

I'm a hieroglyphic stairway
in a buried Mayan city
suddenly exposed by a hurricane

a satellite circling earth
finding dinosaur bones
in the Gobi desert
I am telescopes that see back in time

I am the precession of the equinoxes,
the magnetism of the spiraling sea

I'm riding home on the Colma train
with the voice of the milky way in my dreams

I am myths where violets blossom from blood
like dying and rising gods

I'm the boundary of time
soul encountering soul
and tongues of fire

it's 3:23 in the morning
and I can't sleep
because my great great grandchildren
ask me in dreams
what did you do while the earth was unraveling?

I want just this consciousness reached
by people in range of secret frequencies
contained in my speech