The sacred meeting ground

_ How can I love Gaia and not cherish
  every cell of our wellbeing?
    I am holding the divine riddle
      our first peoples 
        and sacred texts
         make reference to,
        of a marriage to come
       between heaven and earth.

     Is humanity the stand-in
   for an absent  father-god
 or are we the ceremony itself,
 the sacred meeting ground
  where heaven and earth
   are joined,
     universal spirit
       and earth body.

       When my heart opens
        I can feel the lovemaking
          within my being,
             my hands reach for her leaves,
               her bark, her blossoms and beautiful fruit.
              I feel warm currents of energy
            pulsing through my being
          Gaia cradles me in the curve of a tree
        laps against and cools my feet,
      drops playfully dangling from her spider’s web,
       plays with the wind before me,
        bringing forth laughter, delight, tears of recognition.
         My feet sink gently into the soft tissues
           of her riverbed
             flooding my being
               with exquisite waves of pure joy,
                  simple rhythms fill my drum
                    as I find her sacred heartbeat
                      now mine.
      
                    I find myself wondering
                  if I’ve gone mad with the mystics
                Surely I am but one soul being
                experiencing an embodiment of
                  the Creator’s love for Earth
                   magnifying itself
                     in the dna of my cells
                       exploding nebulas
                         in my heart.