Pachamama, she calls to me
She whispers in the wind
She sings through the chitter chatter of the birds
I hear her in the moments of silence
In between the gusts of wind
In the haunting call of the magpie
She opens her heart to me
I feel at once the deepest grief of her destruction
And the deepest appreciation for her presence:
Her nurturing, and her eternal seamlessness of eons
Past, present, and future held within her essence
A knowing that is timeless, of the ages before, and after us
It is almost incomprehensible to me
Like trying to grasp the size of the universe or a drop of water in the ocean
But I glimpse it in flashes,As an instinctive, deeper knowing, beneath thought and sensation, beyond words
As the urge to sit still, to immerse myself in the moment
As the desire to flood my senses with Earthly presence
I see it in each leaf, each speck of soil, each blade of grass, each delicate feather
In the intricate bark of each tree, in the sway of trees in the forest
Each creature, each stone, each cloud, is being here with me
Exactly as it is
Doing it’s part for the thriving pulse of our joint existence.
Each one being itself, while being connected, interwoven into this pulsing web of life
My heart sings in joy and reverence
At the beauty and wonder of it all
The ephemeral gentleness
The fragility and enduring strength
Side by side, intertwined, synergised
Sitting with me as we graciously unfurl into life
© Rachel DeSumma
Image courtesy of Amy Gonzalez