Moved by Love
- Moved by Love -
I am a being moved by love, and so I write of life,
For love moves the universe, from peace to strife.
Nature, thy name is Terra, for thou art this earth…
Where all beauties and horrors alike are given birth!
Naught is fair, yet in thee is balance swift and sure,
The fairness of the harlot: who gives her love to all.
It is there, in every forest, jungle, swamp and moor,
Where your perfume is sharp, wherever it may fall.
Have I not in my time, walked in your wild places!
Do all thy children not crave the best of thy graces?
The scent of pine in the forest, when crisp is the air,
And the garlands of flowers that girls used to wear:
Do they not smell sweetly, to senses that can feel?
Are they not more delightful than the chill of steel!
Wood burning away upon the hearth, when kindled,
Is as welcome as the trees where the wood mingled.
So long as a tree is planted, to give back to Terra…
There will be all such delights known, in every era.
Mighty mother, thy mood is so filled with changes!
The tides of thy seas, and every wave that rises up,
Each is a wanton maid to those who sail thereon…
Just as thy hills are the bosom of a land that ranges,
Beyond the rim of the shore, like the lip of a cup…
Onward toward the horizon, heaving below the sun!
Roughly dost thou take thy love, Terra, and willing,
For all who love thee not are lost to thy divine fury.
Just as the raptor that glides softly before a killing,
Thou are loud in thy anger, yet gentle in thy glory.
From the hells below, the fire in thy blood wakes…
Even as the soil that is thy flesh groans and quakes.
The heat of thy awakened passion issues thus forth,
Reminding all thy children of thy power and worth!
There is power in thy passion, and love moves it so,
As it moves all in the universe: all above and below.
It moves the angels in their high places far beyond…
It moves the fallen, within their caverns and canyons.
None can speak of the author of that love, with voice,
For to behold pure love is to be without the choice…
To be silent or to speak cannot be, for love sings out,
And so to speak of divine love would mean to shout!
Such does Terra: do when the mood comes upon her,
Since it takes but little to such love, as is divine, stir.
How like the fallen I am, trapped in a heat that burns,
How like mother Terra I am, in a universe that turns!
Passion rules me, moved my love, and I am its’ slave,
Such fire burns within me and I burn, too late to save.
And so I realize that even Hell is moved by pure love,
Even, as is Heaven: beyond stars that shine, above.
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Kara Lucielle Pythiana)
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