Letter from Gaia ~ A Poem by Kate Rose Bast

Letter from Gaia

In your living spaces, watch
for the mirror of movements
of global breadth. Respond

as if every small movement
of twig or feather
mattered to every being.

This is the way of all my moving:
all effects and constructs,
all destructs and rebuilds:
ant hill, turtle egg,
avalanche.

And what will you birth?
For you, I will open
my deep chasms of fire
and microbial pools, groan
my mothering womb
chorus of species
song to bring the you
of all you are
into Be.

Wear green, spring green
thoughts, eat green at every
meal, bleed green blood,
photosynthesize
the green shift of life
into your deepest cell.

Sleep green in and under
green. Feed your eyes
with green. Breathe
the new of green.
Tell others.

By Kate Rose Bast, 2008

No More Bricks in the Wall

Lastnight I wrote about some of my growing pains and I finished the entry with these words:

In love I pull out the bricks and begin to build a new wall
In fear I restrict that which seeks to grow through me
And something inside of me dies.

I'm happy to report that moments after writing that my beloved and I had a long and loving conversation. Without betraying him or the moment, let me simply say that he is showing up in our relationship in an entirely new, healthy, and beautiful way.

He dismantles walls and shows each brick
We examine them together
He scapes a beautiful garden wall
We compost and gently turn the soil
And trust that LOVE grows on.

Eyes of the World

Song by the Grateful Dead, Written by Garcia and Hunter

Drawing by Stewart Fuell

Right outisde this lazy summer home

You aint got time to call your soul a critic no.

Right outside the lazy gate of winters summer home,

Wondrin where the nut-thatch winters,

Wings a mile long just carried the bird away.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,

The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.

Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin brings

But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenins and songs of it's own.

There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away,

And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay.

And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay,

And night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenins and songs of it's own.

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,

And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home,

Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone,

Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenins and songs of it's own.

Another World is Possible

Another World is Possible
by Rose Flint

Another world is possible.
We can dream it in, with our eyes
open to this Beauty, to all
that Earth gives each of us, each day
those miracles of dark and light --
rainlight, dawn, sun moon snow, stormgrey
and the wide fields of night always
somewhere opening their flower-
stars---this, this! Another world is

possible. With river and bird
sweet and free without fear, without
minds blind to harmondy, to how
we can hold. we have been too long
spoiled greedy children of Earth,
life of rocks and creatures
slipping out of our careless hands.
We must stand now and learn to love
as a Mother loves her child, each
precious heartbeat of her that is
ourselves, our path and our journey
into our dream of future, where
another world is possible
cradling this one in its arms.

Gaia's Message

Gaia's Message

(A poem by Maria Silmon)

I am here

in the scent of a flower

in the living rainbow of light

on a dew drop

on a blade of grass

I am in every ray of the sun's light

in every grain of sand and drop of rain

in the rising mist

in the heat of the morning sun

and I am living through you

I whisper my secrets to you

when you are waking

and sing to you my song

while you sleep

I teach you of love

and its unfolding

and hold you when you weep

I am a reflection of life's unfolding

and I too,

as you,

am evolving

I am growing and changing

just as you do

I am vast

and, like you

I am part of the great cosmic dance

of awakening and becoming

I dance with the planets and the stars

and sparkle

as a radiant emerald jewel

in the bed of the universe

(c) Maria Silmon 2002

Hail Mary

Hail Mary
Full of Grace
The Lord is with Thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary,
Mother of God,
Pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of death.

An Ojibway Prayer

Teach Us Love, Compassion, Honor

Grandfather,
Look at our brokenness,
We know that in all creation
Only the human family
Has strayed from the Sacred Way.

We know that we are the ones
Who are divided
And the ones who must come back together
To walk in the Sacred Way.

Grandfather,
Sacred One,
Teach us Love.