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Oracle, Muse;  some other

part 

wherefrom, who knows? 

- my sovereign teacher:

my ever-ready and present

fortuitous beloved, 

without a face.

Arbitrary and capricious,

it's my lifeline for coherence and clarity.

An artform of exquisite adventure

delineating who and what I am,

that which I seek and reverence;

having words of paint,

like colours of tenderness

and whispers of sounds: harmonics of wind-song

                                                    and serenading hearts’ thrumming in every vein,

  ith falling waters, in love with gravity:

in mists rising, storms racing;

tantalising border-realms

beckoning

this quaking hominid - Arise!

Already, Gaia is on the move, shedding the darknesses

we inflicted;

that weigh her free spirit down

with the blood and tears of our fearful atrocities:

of ignorance, greed, delusion and hubris,

culpable forgetting or wilful intent.

She provides the Matter of our bodies,

our beginnings and material ending;

a gift and chance for choices

to experience love, joy, fear - darkness and enlightening;

to evolve, learn basics:

the quest for Safety and Belonging

- Peace of our eternal Home.