Gaia

An aeonian goddess, perpetually dressed to kill. Adorned in the colors of the universe, with a radiant beauty that brings me to my knees.

A supreme power among her universal kin, admired by all who witness her love and strength.

Listen with your heart; immerse yourself in the serenity of her celestial peace. Open your eye and feel the vibration of who she is. An altruistic provider, a never ending supply of comfort and tranquility.

I lose myself in her sultry folds; lost in her grace I lay in wonder as she caresses my soul.

Why would any seek to hurt her? Why destroy the integrity of the one who loves us so? A destructive force polluting the pure, lowly beings unfit for such unwavering love; you lay waste to her still!

This compassionate, nurturing, generous spirit we call Mother, you rage against her as if she was a foe to be detested. Maiming our great sentry and wounding her soul as she gives us the fruits of herself.

Forgive them Gaia! They know not what they do even as they forsake you!

Fraught by excessive fear and unwarrantable greed, taught to be another destructive cog in the societal machine. Fellow travelers be not blind and afraid, awaken your soul! Bring consciousness and awareness to the forefront of your mind.

Unconditional love will heal our mother! We must nurse her as she once did for us. Abstain from your destructive nature; for we are one!

Fix our mother, fix ourselves.