mother earth speaks
by Aja, breathed into creation November 21, 2018
I really loved what you shared in your video about creating for creation’s sake and am inspired to send yesterday’s Mother Earth Speaks poem to you. I also have attached art you can add to this if you choose to use this.
For the last month or so, late at night or early morning, when all is quiet, I’ve been going outside, to be with the trees, the earth and sky, and tuning consciously into Mother Earth. After receiving images, words and feelings, I go back into my house and begin to quickly type what I got. After the flow of what I got is typed out, I make it legible, fix spelling and typos and then, post it on FB. It’s one of my ways of tuning into the new, rising, awakening energies and getting what’s really going on- my version of mother earth news-LOL! If any one wants to read the many other Mother Speaks poems I’ve written so far, you can find them on my timeline-Aja Dematerra, or in my FB group-Loving the Goddess Within, or at this link- Rising Earth Creation Myths
mother earth speaks November 21, 7:42 a.m
may we know how beautiful we are,
and may we be beautiful to each other.
may all that sings in the morning
soft and sweet,
the secret birds
on the secret trees,
they call to us each day
but do we hear them?
do we see them?
who are they?
may the abundance flowing
from the little bodies
of these powerful messengers
be the song we draw our strength from.
not from the world telling us who we are.
what we can do.
what we must do.
and what we cannot.
may we sing our song,
dance our dance,
paint our painting,
speak our poem.
may we know
we do not need proof
of the worthiness of the singing of our song,
the dancing of our dance,
the painting of our painting,
the speaking our poem.
and when we do not know this,
may we pull our despair
at not being heard or seen,
of not being known
for that which we came here to do and be,
as the messenger of a secret god,
as the artist of a hidden universe,
may we pull this despair out from the roots,
and fall back into the core of our truth,
and be the fire of all fires
the sun of all suns,
the place where the world begins again,
in this kind and gentle dawn.