We humbly ask Gaia to be among us.
To be with us on this day, the longest day,
when life is full. Gaia, this shining, white and blue planet
circling, a living jewell
in the Great Dark of space.
Gaia.
Her waters are Her blood,
Her valleys and mountains Her bones,
the forests Her breath,
the Clouds, Her moods,
and we are Her dreams
and the fourlegged, the ones that swim,
the winged ones, the two-legged....all,
Her eyes, Her ears,
the mind of Gaia.
I invite you to feel the presence of Gaia,
a living, breathing Being.
Dancing as we are, in union
with the sun, the moon,
the stars:
Gaia's family, Her grove.
Feel your feet on the Earth.
Feel the heartbeat of the Earth.
Feel your own heartbeat
and attune.
Feel your arms like branches,
the crown of your head
the leafy crown of a tree, opening to the sun:
an aspen tree, or a flowering plum,
or a medicine tree, a eucalyptus.
An apple, a poisonous hemlock,
a rowen tree offering fruit to greedy sparrows.
A Boji tree, in the red lands, the dry lands,
a tree of bones
dreaming only of water.
A tall pine in snowy winter
dreaming of the sun's return......
Feel your hands like twigs, your feet like roots.
Feel the sun in your leaves.
Feel Gaia's heart
beneath your feet,
beating like a drum.
And feel your roots
go down from your feet, your hands,
down into fertile darkness,
into secret waters,
past pottery shards
and the bones of ancient antelope,
past cities long forgotten,
past stone and crystal
into the darkness,
into the dreaming Earth.
Go down, into the heart of Gaia.
Your roots are a web
of intertwined roots
that sustain the forest,
strong, keeping you firm.
Roots that touch all beings.
Go down, feel the fibers that touch each other,
this circle, this land, the sky, the waters.
Feel the flow of contact, sustaining each other.
And reach out, expand your awareness.
Somewhere in the East a woman rises
to make bread for her family.
Somewhere in the South a child plays in the dust.
Somewhere far west a girl in a red sari
prepares for her wedding.
Somewhere in the far North a painter
stands before an empty canvas,
trying to remember a dream he had the night before.
Follow your roots. Attune.
Somewhere in the Southern Hemisphere a forest is burning,
somewhere in the West
poisons are pouring into a river,
and the river is dying, the land is weeping.
Somewhere in the North a song bird is gone
and the fields are silent.
Somewhere in the East acid rain falls into a barren lake.
Feel the sorrow of the land, the pain of Gaia.
And somewhere in the South, winter is beginning.
Somewhere East, the sun is rising.
Reach out along your roots, feel the beat of life.
Attune, and return. Follow your roots
back to your heart. Feel that love, that light.
All one.
As we rise and stand, breathe in the breath of the world.
Take that light, that pulse, that beat,
and gather it
in your heart, your hands.
Gather from your roots.
Gather and become
a vessel, a tree, a beating heart.
Gather to touch all beings.
And send it down:
Into the Earth, the best of us,
into the Earth, our roots,
into the Earth, our dreams,
into the Earth, our source.
into the Earth, our love.
into the Earth, our light.
