Hear the Voice of Mother Earth

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Maricet' Inspired  by:

  Fritz Mayr's - 
White Land of the Soul

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Hear the Voice of Mother Earth

By Maricet

Beautiful Mother Earth has a song and the birds have heard and on wing, chorus along. 

The Flute carries them upon the wind and the heart of nature sings, in deep refrain. 

The heartbeat of the drums awakens us to rejoice

in the memories of all we see and hear before us. 

Calling us to remember, reminding us to see,

the shimmering waters of the earth's blood streaming. 

To hear her whispers in the falling waters. 

To see her brother sun in the sky above, and sister moon.

Walking upon her paths along rivers and in forests. 

There we come to know her, acquaint ourselves with her again. 

 The Earth spirits speak to us there. What do they say.

"Oh ~ beat the heart of man who comes to me today. 

Beat for the life that breathes in all you see. 

Beat for the passions of the earth, in all her design and dreams. 

Beat for the very life, supporting you, beneath your feet."

O' ~ call upon the Great Spirit 

as do the birds in trees, on earth and sky. 

In the sky, the sun, the moon and stars are your family. 

Call upon the powers that be, 

of ancient ones, 

of those who truly; "See." 

Call upon the Great Mystery. 

Call upon their love.

These are the times of no return. The past has come to sit with today. 

Our tomorrow is but a breath away. Live in this moment here with me. 

Let us be as one again, heart beat thrumming like a tiny bumblebee. 

Or as the hooves of the buffalo, pounding across the plain. 

Let your love flow like the great Salmon in the stream.

And when your time comes to journey upstream 

and your time to replenish the earth arrives. 

When it's time for you to say goodbye. 

Let these moments come from the heart and of your very being. 

 For that which you leave behind, in the stream of life is,

the very heartbeat of the Great Spirit and it's breath and being.

You shall journey on and be as the snow on the mountain, the rain in the clouds. 

 You shall become the wind amidst the grasses, moving rhythmically with the breeze. 

You shall be the waters, that support the salmon, the buffalo and man.

You shall never part, my children of Mother Earth, from the land of which you are one.

ⓒ Maricet