Feeling Gaia

I used to believe the brightest
child would be the winner

of the sporadic love that
I just missed, watching

and longing with the raw
open heart that brings me

here through time. I carry
that trauma to the lake

clear and still liquid clay
for the rain sculpting circles

in a sacred geometric
dance. I connect to the

deep earth ground and open
to solar brightness. One more being

holding space and breathing,
as earthlings do.

The morning is gray
and shimmering with unexplored

light. Four wood ducks sail
in pairs across the channel.

I am only alone when I say
it is so. Overwhelmed and still

I keep pushing into these
dark places that change me

into sleeping beauty, unable
just yet, to integrate

what I touch. Now,
I open my woman

heart, initiation into the
planetary pangs, love what is

beckoning, at peace with
what is hidden in this perfect

moment of pain and now
the pounding rain.

Inspired by: Initiation, Winner, Raw and Sporadic.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

3 thoughts on “Feeling Gaia”

      1. My pleasure, and thank you for your interest. I just have to mention that, since I was a music major in college, every time I walked into a classroom, someone would jump to a piano or grab a violin and start playing “Hello, Dolly.” It was a leitmotif of my youth.

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