Gaia

from the soul to the brain

no one really walks alone

from the water to the sand

between the mud and back again

no one really walks alone

nothing really holds its own

not on this place

not on this earth

between the soul

between the brain

there lies a nature

within our shadow

  she is violent

   she is precious

it is disaster 

in our mother nature

         

    we are together.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Belle]

This feels like you speaking gently, without raising your voice, yet making something undeniable clear.
It sounds as if you're reminding us that solitude is a story we tell ourselves, not a truth we live by.
When you repeat "no one really walks alone," it feels less like reassurance and more like a correction.

You speak of nature the way one speaks of a mother who gives life and takes it back without apology
violent, precious, never owned. By placing Gaia in our shadow, it feels like you're saying she follows us everywhere, carrying the consequences of our thoughts and actions. She is not separate from the soul or the brain; she moves between them.

And when you end with "we are together," it lands quietly but firmly. Not as comfort, but as accountability.
A reminder that connection is not optional, and neither is the care it demands.

[Davidgeo]

I think you understand what I wrote here better than I do. Thank you very much for that review.

[Belle]

The power of poetry, sometimes it understands us before we understand ourselves. Thank you for reflecting it back to me with such clarity!

[ETERNITY]

Great poem
Great movie
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[Davidgeo]

Why thank you. That super tuscany, it's a very fine wine.