I am a lover of the steady earth
and of her waters
let the light be brilliant
to one who will cherish color;
what if there be no heaven?
touch my breasts
the fields are golden
her songs are all of love
every blue yonder
her grass harp rings
in her rivers our cherished sins
our musts drift voiceless
in her clouds
she will rust us with blossom
she will forgive us
She will seal us with her seed
For Mother's Day I remember Gaia, Mother Earth, whose unlettered love and generosity and endless creativity gave birth to all of us. And there is no greater Bard, in my opinion, to celebrate Her than Robin Williamson, whose song above (and sung below!) celebrates Her with the long and sweet magic of his poetry, and his own Celtic lineage.
"She will seal us with Her seed."
And below Robin's Homage to Gaia, I could not resist placing his best known, and truly magnificent poem "Five Denials on Merlin's Grave", that winds and meanders among the silent standing stones and the green meadows and the roaming stories of the ancient Celts....if you have not heard this poem, especially if you are of Celtic descent, it is so much worth hearing, and will evoke something "Older yet, and Lovelier Far......." that
still ghosts to the vitality
of our most early and unwritten forebears
whose wizardry still makes a lie of history
whose presence hints in every human word
who somehow reared, and loosed, an impossible Beauty
enduring yet............and I will not forget.
FIVE DENIALS ON MERLIN'S GRAVE