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I want to make deep, passionate, real, unhurried love
to the Earth
every day of the rest of my life
I want to lie down her soft belly and feel her breathe
She is a wild, untameable, woman who will not be rushed
and if I can slow down and listen long enough
I might hear the myriad secrets that she holds
the thousand daily miracles that she unfolds
in every cell of her magnificent body
I might dare to dance with her
My heart beating time with the timeless heart
of this wild untameable woman who will not be hurried or rushed
I want to slow
down
down
down
down
and really,
truly,
madly,
deeply,
slowly
love the Earth
© Bríd Wyldearth, Spring Equinox 2014
This reply to Slow Dance is dedicated to my dear friend Cheryl Beer,
who so kindly loved and recorded my photographic poem last year:
Slow Dance first came to me in 1999 on the cliff path in Cornwall, where I lived.
She has been teaching me ever since, tweaking and refining the words and meaning.
Every time I think she is perfect and complete, she surprises me with a new twist.
This equinox it came as an obvious shock, that this was my response.
