“For all the world
around me is a Woman”
We live in rhythm sometimes subtle, but it’s the chaos that
we also inhabit that excites me. I glanced across the vlei to Longbeach,
the wisps of clouds ever changing behind Chapmans peak, caught my breath at
their pouring into the valley The world is a dance around me. Bending grass
moving, wind whirling and the wonder of a tortoise slowly ambling across my
path.
I sat on a particular angled rock chair where I vanish into
the roar of the waves of late, and saw that all the world seemed a Woman to me. The
crashing waves one after the other, in a curve, rocks rounded by millennium of
smoothing water. Trees rounded and curving, their branches in an intricate
pattern of curved dips and weaves,dunes, ripples. And
when the morning is moist from rain and mist – the perfume that rises in the
rising sun has me thinking of the womanlyness of all that is around me. Yes
Gaia is a Woman… I want to drink her in. Goddess rise.
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