A Creation Story(The Birth of Gaia and the Beginning of Something New)
She is the daughter of chaosBorn of star materialFire and ice, sound and fury
Alchemical green and blue matter
Orange red magma spewing passionate heatSteamy beginnings
A universal elixir of lifeNever still always in motionChanging, growing, dying, rebirthing
Shape shifting, dreaming, and imagining She will always be, in some form or anotherShe may shake us off and begin again
She may shape herself so that theParadise lost, will be found again
But lately in her perfect thunder mind
Something magical and vital is stirring Her dreams have been infused withUnusual entanglements of ideas
Exotic possibilities of thoughtNever before felt Bubbling up from the heart of her heart.
My gifts,need to be tamed,need to be trained. Center myself,create a space,follow the plan. Sight, sound, touch;All that is, is mine,the purpose great,the knowing...
I am wearing a Cloak invisible to some,seen by others. It is covered inlizards and lionesses,scallions, fennel and myrrh.Rare jewels are held in placeby...
She is one of those older women, you know, a "free spirit" who is always picking up strays. She helps those who are damaged...
