Growth is a spiral process, doubling back on itself, reassessing and regrouping. ~ Julia Margaret Cameron
I think we have survived because we love beauty and because we find each other beautiful. I think it may be our strongest quality. ~ Louise Erdrich
You are so resplendent
in your swollen fecundity
that passersby ask to pat
your belly. I ask if you’ve taken
your naked photos yet
and you are horrified,
I’m fat and ugly, why would I?
You tell me about strange men
flirting; the child of screens
that persistently flash one version
of toxic, painted, emaciated femininity
as the sole definition of beauty,
you are mystified.
I gift you a statue of Gaia,
sitting cross-legged, her belly heavy
with the planet, creatures crawling
through her luxuriant curls.
I’m a poet trying to reach you
beyond the words and images
so callously caging you.
Your beauty is sky deep,
earth wide. It touches hearts
and lifts spirits. It calls all
of our guides, ancestors, bands of angels
resonating in your glory.
Turn off your device of lies, breathe.
Your tribe is here and believe us,
we are so deeply moved
by the essence of beauty in you.
Find Oberon Zell’s magnificent Millennial Gaia here.