Our Gift to Gaia

Earth,
I wish for you
the pleasure
of our presence here.

Listen to us
in the deep resonance of the saxophone
as it ripples morning lake,
awakening echoing voices
emerging from the mists.
Hear us in the sweet longing of the flute
and in the pipes of ancient calling,
in gentle harp string harmonies
and jubilant chanteys,
for moor and mountain,
desert and ocean,
it is your songs we sing.

Feel us
in the heartbeat rhythm of the drum
coaxing sure-foot dancers, feathers flying
in the choreography of sacred ceremony.
Join us in the tinkling bells that thrum the commons
as Morris dancers awaken spring,
and meet us where jungle trance-dance
leap the flames of fire,
for everywhere we gather,
our bodies trace your cadence
in the movement of joy.

Behold us in the inspired sweep of the artist brush
bearing witness to your eternal beauty,
in the shaping’s of the sculptor’s vision
seeking form, within form
within you,
and in the weavings of costume and design
as we adorn ourselves
in your image.

 Know us
in the gentle touch of the gardeners hand
as life is coaxed to bloom in beauty
that is pleasing to your senses.
Night scent enhancing the moonlight
as brilliant bouquets call the moth to nectar
dancing the aromas of your essence,
infusing the morning dew
awakening day blossoms
That waft pleasure’s perfume
in an awareness
redolent of you.

Savour us
in the delicate relish
of hunger fulfilled
as palate pleasures
with the tang of summer berry,
sweet date and pomegranate,
musky morel and hearty root.
Spice and herb enhancing harvest’s gathering
as chef’s creation of love
manifest from cookstove and campfire,
wherever your abundance expresses.

Earth,
through the pleasure of our bodies,
warmed by the blush of delight,
exalted by passion,
let us make love to you
in the places held sacrosanct
by all our relations.