Sentient, conscious, spiritual
In pain
Gaia is my Goddess, my Mother
The soil beneath my feet
The waters that flow and are still
The wind in the trees
The myraid beings that share my home
I am Gaia too
A sentient, spiritual agent in "Gaia-unfolding"
I am here to love, to nurture,
To feel person- and planet-pain, and to heal.
So may it be
Further reading (free e-books):
Frederick Hadland Davis - The Persian Mystics JamiRabbi Michael Laitman - The Path Of Kabbalah
Eleanor Hull - The Northmen In Britain
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