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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.
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