Monday, December 31, 2007

Gaia

She was

Walking through the haystacks

My grand pa had announced her coming

For he had fore sight of some kind

She would bring peace in the utter chaos

She would unite

To save Mother Earth

And all sacred living beings

In her yellow sari

For she had chosen what she was

Coming from the east where the sun goes down

My grandfather kept on saying go west

But if you go east a lot

You end up in the west

Ganesh and Kali combined

Tomorrow St Niklas

He will bring her to me

Pushing zwartz Piet away

Once and for all

Finally

They hid her picture from me

Clouded her

Transformed her into a foreboding Memphisto

Screeching all hope to a halt

Smashing the insides of my head

Obscuring the hardly gained clarity

For they have powers too

Powers of deceit

Far greater than one would ever imagine

They even make you believe you have met her

That she is helping you

To better stab you in the end

Salim also helped from afar

Chanting incantations

Not to be interrupted

In his stream of thought

Truth flowing freely

In words that I understood

That vibrated in me

For she was his mother first

And we shall meet again

Many times

Even in 300 years he promised

For thine is the kingdom

She is the Mother

Of all creation

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