"Lord's Prayer' to Gaia

Our Mother who art in earth,
hollow be thy namelessness,
dark as loam, fallen as rain,
Gaia, offspring of Kaos,
wave-nature of our particles,
give us this night our formless breath.
Forgive us our boundaries
as we dissolve others
in the fragrance of your love,
yet keep us in the curve
of sacred imperfection
to make us each unique,
and hold us in the palms
of your mudra
like scattered petals
of the wounded rose.
Lead us not into separation
but deliver us from "I."
For we are one family,
citizens of dust.
And thine is the roundness,
humility and moonlight,
ever enduring the birth pangs
of Now.

~Photo: My backyard Gaia