GB No. 4, spring 1991
In the beginning there was Chaos
beyond measure, formless nothing
filled with powers.
The first to from the depth was Gaia,
fruitful Mother-Earth, feeding all.
It was she who created endless sky,
mighty seas and wonderful mountains.
It was she, full of wisdom, who by her
own power maintained harmony,
certainty and spontaneity.
She created the force visible in every
moment of this wonder which is
everywhere.
She, the Mother.
All born from One became One.
Free-flowing breath, without
beginning-end.
The smell, a joyful beacon.
With every step you touch the Earth,
steadily. direction, the way is the
stream.
The Sun is warmth, rise, repose. You
are ready, open to all.
Fear, our long-time teacher, who shows
side-tracks, disappeared.
The world, divided, torn into days,
passes before our years.
Who sees? Who is seen?
I
I and the world. The beginning of
separation.
Somewhere around, in the ruts moulded
by education, science, religious dogma
and the buzz of information flow, our
sliced lives pass.
Traditions cut off from the roots,
stiff in their infallibility,
force us to perform rituals
meaningless in the empty spaces of our
habits.
Filled with alarm, you look for
support, direction, purpose.
In the long corridors of the libraries
smelling of dust and impotence.
In the offices of moguls selling of
dust and impotence.
In the frenzy of fulfillment. Quicker
and quicker.
SILENCE.
You stop and listen attentively to the
sounds of unity.
You are a warrior, a cat with soft
paws, the wind in the mountains,
the grass in the wolf's lair.
You are primeval wisdom found in all,
the dauntlessness,
the first rule - do not fear your own
self.
You are Gaia's warrior.
Jacek Bożek