Pachamama
How long, since when, great Mother
have you spun your primordial path
though the infinite oceans of space?
Through mega-eras of incalculable age
beyond the reaches of mind or consciousness;
at the same, immemorially constant,
accessible in the ever-now -
even when your were no more than a blob of possibility
tumbling about in a vacuum.
From primal genesis,
incorporating supernoval-dust and asteroidal residue,
amassing elemental substances for your gyroscopic body,
alchemizing hydrogen and helium;
honed electro-magnetically
and contoured by the push, pull of gravity:
genie child of a medium sun
on the far fringes of a galaxy arm
with ballast, equilibrium and polarity
so you became,
autonomous, yet with immediate family
a constitutional galactic fractal
engineered and hooked into the
multiverses quantum matrix
biding ineffable un-time
developing and fine-tuning an eclectic purpose
through the unpopulated voids
of the shapelessness of beginnings:
suffused with the Sound of creation.
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So you prototypically grew
in stature and wisdom,
in attitude and fertile potential;
providing a carbon-based home
for something primitively animate, coherent,
even dangerously intelligent.
A single-cell, a frequency blueprint,
an unlikely mutation in Chaos’ soup.
Something that moves, repeats itself, favours directions.
Slowly evolving inner and outerness
sensory complexity and preference,
duration, reflex and orientation.
Until there arose on your surface
and within the substantial mediums of condensity -
fluid, solid, gaseous, radioactive
divergent inorganic options -
evolving on to interactively organic.
So the plot was set for Life!
To become host to a plethora of oxygen-fed, bio-beings
with intangible, embryo souls;
alongside multifarious in-house kingdoms, levels, domiciles,
with reciprocal lines of least resistance and attraction.
See her, Gaia, growing self-aware,
gotten outside herself to percieve her own totality
and the proportionate glory of her beauty
of physical form and face;
even including the slurping seas,
her wobble, flaring auroras and latitudinal anomolies:
the assymetry of perfection, manifest.
Jan ‘23