“We end with a suggestion: that we properly rename our third from the sun inner planet after the humble, crucial chemical compound that sustains us: Water!”
Water Gaia: 3.5 Thousand Million Years of Wetness on Planet Earth. (Harding and Margulis, 2010.)

We let the grass grow long here
It takes the rain infinitely gentle
each blade leads a drop to earth
and springs back catching my eyes
here there everywhere
in an energy of dance
then the beat of rain like a drum
the sound hollow bird-song-silent

Sensation gives way to feeling
vision joins in the grasses dance
returns a physical embrace
the mind rinsed out listens
the river sounds an octave lower
consciousness aware as it rests
expands in a space absent of care


Hearing the soft gurgle
in the limestone grikes
as the now heavy rain seeps
between the clints of rock
enters Gaia’s interior spaces
home of beetle spider and bat
the carbon store of ancient bone
ancestor and bear archetype and ally

I am drawn into this strange affinity
earth’s deep well of many waters
where the cosmos has left a remnant of stars
a crossing of a threshold
rock like synapses
a concrescence of which we are wrought

In the mighty roar of waters
the river turns tumultuous white
through the bridges of my imagination
it fills the sea of my becoming
the sea of whale and dolphin thought