Two Poems

As seen on the website www.earthshod.com


The moon lies on her back
Mad drunk
Keeping the birds awake
They chat in a foreign tongue
A silvery river flows up the slope
Bearing with it the reflection of a fairy bush
You must be out walking, in Your bare feet

Gabriel Rosenstock's "Barefoot" from Year of the Goddess

Somebody wrote once that the gift of the wilds
is that they ask nothing of us.
But I hear things differently
from Gaia, and this wild canyon land.
The chill river asks me to submerge, even in the coldest of weather.
The first light of dawn: "Rise from your warm bed.
"The rising sun: "Stand and feel me
come into your heart.
"The soft ground: "Please, bare your feet."
Every tiny miracle, reaching,
prays to me to notice,
to bless with my attention and gratitude....
To Be Prayer.

Loba's "Living Gratitude Giving Back to Gaia"