Gaia : call of the earth

She walks in the shadows, merging into the forest. All of a sudden, fog descends upon the meadows and hides her from view. She moves like a small rivulet flowing unseen, hidden from everyone’s eyes, deep inside the forest.

Is she a spirit or a dream? She is Gaia the conscious existence speaking to me through silence, vibrations, and presence.Bound by our auditory limitations, we mistake fragments of her whispers for the full spectrum of communication. The same is true of our sight; what we see, we believe to be reality. So it goes with touch and smell. Yet she is pulsating through all life forms, communicating in multitudes. Her cosmic dance transcends my perception.

I try to correlate her behaviour with my sensory-limited understanding, calling it logic, intellect, and knowledge — yet rarely do I approach her with wisdom, intuition, and vibration, the powers I once forgot to harness.

Each being is gifted with different abilities, but when tuned to her frequency we feel her existence as a miracle in this vast and lonely universe. Be it a woman or the Earth — both are interconnected, cooperating and propagating life, the true magicians who give love and life in abundance.

Connecting with her — mentally or physically — is nothing less than a spiritual experience if one surrenders and immerses fully. When the ego dissolves, she appears in her full glory.

She is not lesser than the male; on the contrary, we are born of her blood and flesh. We are happening within her, not something separate. She is the foundation.

यस्यां प्रसूयते सर्वं यत्र चैव प्रतिष्ठितम्।

यया सर्वमिदं धार्यं सा नो भूमिर्नमोऽस्तु ते॥

“In whom all beings are born, in whom they dwell, and by whom they are sustained to that Earth, we bow.”

We rise from her, nurtured by her, make love with her. But do we really know her magic? She is not what we talk about, she simply is. Seems complex, right?She is neither soft nor hard; she is an ever-evolving entity. Bleeding, creating, loving, raging — all emotions flow from her, and she regulates them all. No one is her priority.

Her sheer rawness and wildness, if left unbound, would bless us with a garden of Eden, where everything has its place and diversity flourishes. Life ceases when we try to standardize or compartmentalise her. Be it a woman or Mother Earth, her blessings can only be felt when we do not stop her but let her grow. Her inner voice is far wiser than our logic and intellect combined.

In the vast silent cosmos, she is the only magician who birthed life — breathing prāṇa into us, gifting us senses so we may enjoy existence fully. Who are we to understand her?

We are her children, lovers, companions... the relationship tags may fade but not her power. Each attempt to control her robs us of our bliss. The more we control one aspect, the more another slips beyond our grasp.

Like peeling an onion, the closer we get to her essence, the less we think we know, until all veils dissolve and nothing remains but her. Immersing in totality with her opens a world beyond senses — if only we dare to care.She teaches balance without words — the way roots hold the soil and yet give way for seeds to grow. Her wisdom is not in books but in the quiet rhythm of tides, seasons, and wombs. Women mirror this rhythm, cycling through creation and release, embodying her mystery in flesh and blood.

Her patience is not weakness but timelessness. She endures the chiseling of mountains, the scarring of rivers, the plundering of her body. Yet she regenerates, forgiving again and again. This is the quiet power of women and Earth alike — the power to rebuild where others destroy, to nurture where others abandon.

And perhaps, her greatest lesson is this: she does not demand worship, only remembrance. To walk gently upon her, to honour her cycles, to protect her diversity is to honour ourselves. For we are not apart from her — we are her heartbeat, her breath, her children returning home.

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