Mask of Gaia
Art by Norman E. Masters
From your unbound abounding I spring forth, newborn nurtured & held with delight tended in all my ways I, the wave of your sea. You awaken in my loins a pillar of fire, leading. I scream, shout & flop about every creature crying out from my throat and my groanings are your groanings and your cries are rockfast clear as mountain air. Forgetting: I try to lift myself up by the bootstraps try to control the flow of life [ch'i.] I was young and strong, now am old: and all my non-dow flows back to you. Forgetting differences: my attention undivided you come and dance me fiercely. When I fight against myself my face bears the wounds. Your strength is soft your power, harmless & innocent. No forcing: your great arm stretches out your tender hand plays me [a flute held up to your lips.] When your tune if full-played: no remembrance on my part only your song. You pass, and out of the corner of my eye I see a movement & understand not yet, am I touched, seared by your signet your seal reconfigures me. ~~~~~~~ for the curious: Ching = vital energy, which is there, |