The Voice Of Mother Earth
My dear Humans,
May I introduce myself?
I am Sophia. I am Earth. I am Mother.
First,
I want you to know...
I am fine!
You can’t kill my show.
Though, I can only shine,
If you do.
My state is just a mirror to you.
And I don’t see my children being fine.
How are you ?
You tell me,
Are you content?
Or are your souls in a deep rest?
Is this humanity being depressed?
———
Oh, How well I remember
you being so tender,
when your life started in my womb,
you were full of life, just ready to bloom.
From the depth of the darkness
you sprang into light,
becoming the strongest kind
over time.
Dear Human, you are so smart.
I know that, because I saw...
it started with heart.
When you could still feel who you are,
and so truly be in awe
of me.
Remember?
I am in every tree…
I am in every wooden shelf,
You make
I am in every sip of water,
You take
I am in every little cell,
You shake
I am in every single heart,
You break
You are this special species.
You live from what your mind speaks.
My God, your mind is loud.
It made you survive
and become immensely proud.
Oh yes, proud you can be.
What a nice feeling, I see.
Victory and Expansion.
Today you live in god’s mansion.
Chapeau, you built it all yourself,
in belief of the greater good,
but you paved too many roads to hell.
Dear Humans,
once the mansion was fulfilled,
the idea of god was already killed.
I will survive,
But as long as humanism thrives,
there’s no consciousness alive.
My dignity seems denied,
while yours is from untouchable kind.
I now have to fight for mine.
I am the carrier of your paradise,
where human is the biggest deity.
And now you dwell in all that bliss,
but wait, what is it that you miss?
Do you remember the taste of your tears?
Or the tender tickle on your ears?
Do you know what a shiver speaks?
Or where the broken heart actually leaks?
You came here in one body
in beauty, strength and all its glory.
You came to love and
learn its language,
and experience life with joyful endings.
Just nowadays, I am confused...
how come I am so much infused?
With rotten hearts and deadly smiles,
and these you see as your guides
to keep Homo Deus alive?
_______
Oh, how well I remember,
why death happens most in November.
When it was not something to escape,
because after all the sunshine
we always need some rain,
to regenerate.
This is okay,
because you know?
You are a soul
and you come back.
You always grow.
It’s time again to see:
what is, is what you believe.
For now you are convinced,
there’s nothing more than some old hints
that there is something bigger,
because religion pulled the trigger.
My children of mind,
you simply turned blind.
You can’t hear,
what the heart speaks,
cause there is no more time
to integrate, what you can’t read
in all your scientific teachings.
Wisdom comes from practicing preachings.
_______
Oh, how well I remember
early human consciousness
in forgotten herstorical texts.
Though written in holy books,
It can only be found with a deeper look…
The mystical, the psyche, the symbolism
could make you get rid of all the -isms
and make you enter eternity,
with a heart full of peace
if you just let it be...
the endless powergames and misery.
Deep down you hear a female voice.
You see three creatures,
yet it is still your choice,
if you actually hear
the truth of your own fear,
that I am suffering in tears…
witnessing this numbing sphere.
You are my children,
but you don’t know your mother
What are you searching?
You won’t find no other!
I am already here,
with my water, my soil, my fire, my air.
As much it is mine it is yours
you either are happy
or you change the course,
because I love you…
and it is not your destiny
to drown in remorse.
Please look in all the mirrors I hold,
depressions, storms, and fatal colds.
Please, stop to master and study control
and discover what happens,
when selflove unfolds.
Stop consuming life and each other
and discover...
it’s your own psyche to foster.
I will always love you!
But I can’t hold you forever,
If you keep thinking,
You are the most clever.
Go find the people,
that already remember.
And rewrite your story.
Surrender.
Kiss your soul to wake up.
So that our crying can finally stop.
Poem written by Anya Ananda