gratitude for madre tierra, delicate and graceful
your formless form is born again and again
recursive symmetry that never argues or forces its point
but always agrees with the emptiness between
sky and stone, flesh and bone, rock and tree

blessed be this eye-land that can never be bought, sold or traded
I-land, thy-land, my-land, is and will always be, our land
it’s time to lend your hand to uphold this sacred plan
that is permanently unstained in its own essence
its destiny is forever unchanged by this name or that name
and yet its true name, always remains the same
Turtle Island, Mama Gaia, Mother Earth, Pachamama
all ways of reverently revealing that; which contains and sustains us all