Murmur #6 (Gaia)

 

I’ve seen it in the bottom of a tea-cup.

In the way the bones have fallen,

And in the future revealed by the Elder Futhark.

It’s written in the stars;

In new migratory paths of the Eastern Curlew.

And reinforced by the southward movements

of the Alaskan Timber Wolf.

 

The solitary Blue Whale sings about this end.

Maybe I’m entering my menopause?

Perhaps it’s an epigenetic thing?

Whatever it is, its not a single trigger.

I’m getting angry, at times, violent.

At other times simply disappointed,

in your failure to understand.

 

I can’t provide you with support,

not for much longer anyway.

I’m changing and it’s permanent.

We cannot continue this relationship –

not the way it’s currently arranged.

You are going to have to change your ideas,

Or I will not be here for you – your choice.

 

You need to embrace new energies.

Tidy up my oceans and the water I provide.

Stop polluting my soils with plastic and poisons…

… just clean up after yourselves!

If not –

I’m going to have to ask you to leave.

Faith

His knees ached

As he knelt upon

The blackbean rail.

His hands clasped in prayer

In the Yakandandah Baptist Church

.

She smelt the soil

As she bowed before

The moss-covered Buddha.

Her forehead cool against the soil

In the forest outside of Da Nang

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Sweat stung his eyes

As he prostrated himself

On the east facing mat.

Beneath the blue mosaic tiles

Of the mosque at the heart of Bahrain

.

Incense swirled seductively

As she raised her steepled hands

And lowered her eyes.

In the colourful forecourt

Of a temple in downtown Singapore

.

Colour dazzled his vision

As he knelt before the offerings

Bowls of fruit, sweets and spices.

On the steps of the dais

Amongst the bustle of spiritual Varanasi

.

Her heart sang

As she draped the chain of flowers

Around the neck of the elephant God.

On the cold scree slopes

Of the sacred Mount Kailash

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All souls gather

Before their chosen faith

As they tread a mindful path.

Across the face of one planet

Our mother – Gaia, Earth

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Inspired by a photograph on MrsMilnr blog  her excellent post titled “Believe”.  Cheers Mrs M – your photography always inspires me 🙂

Aotearoa

Brash young mountains,
Flaunt their snowy caps.
Calm, time and weather worn hills,
Shepherd the crystal rivers
Towards an ancient sea.
Fertile land supports,
Ponga, Kauri and Black Beech.
Kakapo, Takahe and Kiwi,
Patrol temperate rainforests.
Above mighty coastal cliffs,
Albatross soar, while below,
Yellow Eyed Penguin
defy the surf; and nest.
This land administers.
She sustains the spirit
Of all who witness these gifts,
Under a sky streaked,
With a long white cloud.

Murmur 2

It started as a murmur,

Deep in the still, cold, vacuum of space.

Now the asteroid burns with intent,

although it carries no malice of it’s own.

Is it a punishment, or a message

Sent by an omnipotent being?

A tool to clean the slate

So to speak.

Is it a random act of a chaotic universe?

Probably.

It does seem coincidental though…

Maybe it’s answering the scream;

The scream it seems

Not even the guests of this tiny planet

Choose to hear