Thou Gaia Art I

the earth quivers wherever I go

in these zones of ripeness,

and sends out gentle visible waves—

 

through all things it vibrates in me,

wherever I happen to be

on the drifting floes—

 

you are the riddle under my feet

the depth in me,  wherever I am

you are everywhere—

 

for Thou Gaia Art I

 

 

Heide Göttner-Abendroth

 

 

in: Burleigh Mutén (ed.):

HER WORDS. An Anthology of Poetry about the Great Goddess

Boston & London 1999, Shambhala, p. 204.