I hear you Great Mother, and I wrote this words for you!
I hear you, Great Mother!
I hear your rivers crying, and your trees saddened. I hear the birds quieting their song, and I hear the cries from the depths of your ocean. Dear Mother, forgive us all for neglecting your magnificent abundance, for abusing your resources so unconsciously.
Forgive us, Mother, for polluting your air, therefore poisoning our minds, blinding our sight. Forgive us, great Mother, for polluting your waters, therefore contaminating our bodies and souls, blinding us to our true essence.
You are being so patient, Great Mother, so compassionate, but we keep bombing, killing, and destroying hectares of your skin so ruthlessly. Yes, your skin is cracking with drought, tiredness, and dehydration, and in other parts, it’s flooding with fiercely waters and erupting fires of destruction!
We are awakening your anger, dear Mother, and you are exploding with rage.
Of course, you are angry. I am too. So many of us are hearing your cry.
Sometimes, I also feel endless rains and tsunamis deep inside myself, that surge unexpectedly and whips everything, clearing the way, bringing so much destruction —inner death, outer death. But we all know, Great Mother, this is a transient body that you gave us to wear our spirit. In fact, you called me down here so I can be a helping hand, to help lift the veil of illusion that stands in front of so many living eyes!
Thank you for lifting my veil, Great Mother, because now I can feel and sense you in such a different way. The way your ocean waves wash over my feet, the way your fire flame dances and touches my skin, the way your rivers run through my naked body into the arms of the ocean, with such poignant grace and beauty, the way your skies explode, offering us vibrant colours at dawns and sunsets!
The way you bless us with a starry sky and panoramic views, the way you fill my dining table with the most delicious food, the way you enchant the gardens with your roses, lilies, and peonies, the way you spin to keep us all safe! Yet we fail you over and over again, taking you for granted, until that one day when you will fail to provide that love, that nourishment, and natural beauty that is the fuel of all existence!
Bear with us, Great Mother! I hear you. Now that I’m awake to your soul and divine presence, I’m your most humble servant, and I must respect and adorn you with songs of grace and devotion, with presence, with gratitude, with power, with love, and with truth!
I love you, Great Mother. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to walk your precious lands and to be your daughter! From your womb, I birthed my way in, and into your womb, I will return and sleep eternally.
Claudia Aurora
16 April 2014