Gaia, mother. Māia, climbs her
Up between Ranginui and you.
Life has dealt a tough hand
But she plays the game through
Finding sunbeams in shadows
And presence of mind
Kind eyes and a heart compass true
I’ve heard that struggle and
Dissolution lead to beauty that flies
Move through wriggler to chrysalis
Through goop, to blue-winged butterflies.
And no stage is any less perfect
Than any other, in this flow of life cycling
Be wherever you are, whatever you are
Holding the sacred and the profane
Blending sanity, stability, with a dash of insane
Some days a triple-shot rocket making mad gains
Other days every spoon used just to maintain.
This is where friends come in, community love
Scoop you out of your funk
Drag you above the tree line to see
A fresh mountain air perspective
Let the rock crack open our layers protective
And be here, now
In this moment.
Joe Blogs, Apr. 2023