Gaia’s Nation

By Manisha Chalia

In my isolation

I find a sensation

Of creative forces

And deep meditation

My lavender incenses

In Gaia’s nation

A collaboration

Of nature’s elements

For purification

Of hearts and minds

Reaching divination

Flying across worlds

As incarnations

A fiery kite, a bird

A jellyfish, a dalmatian

Sending out a signal

Of peaceful vibration

Growing love in hearts

Harmonious affirmations

Giving power to each

And to those in need

Abstaining much greed

For all must feed

Or own, to his each

Is what it will be

For roses give perfume

Roses give beauty

Roses also give thorns

That our hearts breed

Into hatred and bleed

Over the ones we love

And leave them in grief

If we don’t begin to see

If we don’t begin to listen

The calling of mother’s weep

So wake up from this dream

Dive into a manifestation

That the thrones of your journey

Be kinder than trickery

Softer than moonlit petals

And all that used to be

Allows you to cherish

What roses could be

By Manisha Chalia