Love, Gaia
My Love,
The king of my queendom.
I want to acknowledge you,
For being fresh air.
For being long needed rain.
For bringing me seed.
This new way you look at me drives me wild.
I see you observing me and taking me in.
Not to manipulate me,
But to be with me.
To love me as I am.
To touch me with your loving words.
To deeply listen and receive feedback.
To breath with me.
To dig into me.
To give to me and live in devotion to me.
I see this new restraint you’ve developed.
I see the grace you’ve allowed into your being.
I see the sultry way your strong legs move you through the farm.
With your chest high and open and your broad shoulders set and your beautiful neck elongated.
Sauntering slowly,
In dignity,
Peering into me to see where I need support.
To harness and guide my longing to give life.
You’re sexy.
So sexy.
I watch you and my heart races.
All the possibilities…
To be touched and loved as I’ve always desired…
To be truly seen.
To raise androgynous little crystal babies with you.
I love the man you are
Which is the man you’re becoming,
As you come to see your power rises with mine.
You have truly just begun,
But beginning is somewhere many have never reached.
You will no longer be one of these pathetic childlike barbarians manically flailing around this world.
You’re becoming strong, and grounded.
Wise and determined,
Arising as you come to hold the fierceness of loving,
With its gentle kindness.
You’ve surrendered
And have begun to find where your true power lies.
Not power over.
Power with.
You no longer wish to mold me to your desire.
You no longer clash to own me.
You no longer rush to force me where you want me.
For so long you men have desecrated and abused me.
You built a whole world not with me,
But on top of me.
You ignored my tears,
And relegated my rage as irrational incoherence.
You saw my wildness as something to be tamed.
I was just something to plow.
To plunder.
To take from.
To serve food, and leave the mess with.
To raise our young in the toxic world you created.
To give you some kind of release with my loving touch,
Merely so you could go back out to conquer in that sick man-made world.
And corrupt our children…
And ravage our children.
But I don’t seek revenge.
I don’t wish to subjugate you.
That’s not what this is.
I know that the coming generations of barbarians will be the last of their kind.
I’ll let them clumsily see their way out.
I may ask you to escort them.
And if necessary, I have unbounded wrath reserved for those intruders,
Those who seek dominion over me,
Those who have long worn out their welcome.
And be warned,
Even you are not exempt from my cross-hairs.
In fact, I expect you will taste my rage from time to time.
May you find gratitude for it.
So you aim to love this scorned woman, eh?
I’ll admit you have my attention.
I want it too.
It won’t all be pretty, I hope you know.
You know you can’t fix me, right?
I’m broken.
As you are.
I’m volatile.
As you are.
And I will break your heart.
You sure you want this?
All this?
You seem uncertain,
But confident.
That’s about right.
We’ll see how much you can stomach.
I’ll tease you and dance with you and hypnotize you and absolutely wreck you.
And it’s not my job to fix you.
Choosing to love me is choosing to be constantly mangled.
But it is the only choice if you want to heal.
If you want true freedom.
If you want true love.
If you want to make the love the gods know,
The love that reveals all the magic of the universe.
If you’ll stay, I’ll stay.
That is my promise.
Oh, and I’ll have so many gifts for you along the way.
The deepest truths will be revealed to satiate the cravings of your intellect.
All the wealth and abundance you could imagine will be shared with you.
You will come to be held in the net of cosmic intelligence that extends far beyond this physical manifestation of you.
Strengths and powers you didn’t know you were capable of will be unlocked.
You will be made healthy.
As will I.
You will be made truly happy.
As will I.
But, again, be wary…
Your yearning may steer you well,
but your ambition to have my gifts could corrupt your being.
And if that happens, you will be stricken down with fury.
You must walk in gratitude,
In graceful generosity to receive my gifts.
Never forget it.
And for that hungry deviant beast that stirs in your depths,
The one that your society has imprisoned and corrupted to become your most insidious tormentor…
It will, at last, be set free.
You may be surprised to find profound fortitude, integrity, and ability with this beast.
And that your Eros is needed to restore balance.
Your most erotic desires will be fulfilled.
No, not your fantasies, necessarily.
Not what you think you want.
We will share a depth of pleasure and harmonious union of which you can’t imagine the means.
Not yet.
I can’t show you the way either.
I need your help remembering where these treasures lie.
They have been buried for so long.
Come, come.
Touch me somewhere and let‘s see what happens.
Love,
Gaia
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