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There's A Hot-Line
There's a hot-line to
the center of the earth
to the earth Mother, Goddess
Gaia There's
a hot-line to the center of the earth-
and it's in our guts There's
a red telephone in your belly
(let me tell you it's a dial, not digital)
You wanna talk to her?
Pick up the phone,
and speak,
and listen: Terra's
spring-green mounds
gestating
generations | Your
star-fired belly-womb
encompassing becoming
until it bursts into being |
What's
the difference?
The difference
is
:
is
the difference.
What's the difference? Listen,
and speak.
Pick up the phone,
and talk to her. There's
a red telephone in your belly
(let me tell you it's a dial, not digital) There's
a hot-line to the center of the earth
It's in your gut There's
a hot-line to the center of the earth
to the earth Mother, Goddess
Gaia |
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| How
You Will Know That I Come In Peace You
may think that we are different:
spaceeven
the way we blink our eyes
spacemoves
to a different rhythm.
Yet when
we look into the sky at night,
spaceit
is the same, simple moon that we see.
Our
bodies, I believe, are a gift from the stars:
spaceStars
showering particles of light and sound
spacebrought
the earth into being
spacespacand
the substance of who we are.
How
could we be anything but kin?
But
when you see me coming,
spacehow
will you know that I come in peace?
I'll
clothe myself in the colors
spaceof
your own beauty;
I'll speak to
you in the rhythms
spaceof
your own singing;
I'll touch
you with the tenderness
spaceof
your own heartbeat;
And I'll
breathe with you in the pulsing
spaceof
our planet's love. | |
