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Gaia’s Breath by Greta Bro

In the quiet by this northern lake,
Gaia sings to me and I am restored.
Here, where Earth predominates even city folk settle in
and find their sacred sound.

Gaia rejects no one… no concept or vision.
She collaborates with infinite generosity.
She is a tolerant and generous Mother,
who lays her vast resources at our feet.

She patiently accepts our ubiquitous destruction,
due to modern minds fretfully torn
from the wisdom whispered in our bodies.

She awaits our return,
calling us home with sunsets that explode crimson and purple
over evening skies,
and lavish waterfalls that spill gloriously through
mountain fissures.

Finally, one day, a tiny frog slumbering
in a pedal of a favorite rose… stops you.
Struck speechless by the tender sight… you open.

Gaia welcomes us home, without interrogation or need for penance.
She just slips her verdant mantle
around our weary souls and silently re-weaves meaning into
our careless dreams and aspirations.

She resuscitates our stunned hearts with forest sweet breath
until our frantic minds grow quite… and all resistance melts away.
She eagerly awaits our return,
as we slide quietly into the guileless bliss that is… the embodied life.

The Beautiful Conversation by Greta Bro

I sit in my garden and listen to the soul speak all around me.
I eves drop on flowers as they whisper radiant colors  
to pollinating partners.
Birds negotiate boundaries with bursts of melodies,
While ecstatic bees hop from flower to flower,
loading up on pollen, buzzing to each other
about their great, good fortune.
And now, my gifted neighbor caresses his flute
and the magic he creates reveals
not only his soul, but mine as well.

All life speaks a quantum language of connection.
We breathe in the streams of communication,
some distressed and others joyous,
Each of us impacted no matter how big or small,
by everything else.
Try as we might to shut it out, we are designed this way.
We take it all in, ingest the entire spectrum,
the magnificent electromagnetic rivers of energy
that continually ebb and flow from all beings. 

I am glad I speak the language of oneness.
I flutter with my own vibrational field,  
entrained, entangled and enthralled.
I breathe in and breathe out the beautiful conversation,
As the continual hum of paradise lives
On in each of us.

Dance On by Greta Bro
Copyright 2023

I am not perfect, nor do I want to be
Show me something in nature that is perfect
A tree, a brook, a rock, a mountain?
Perfectionism is an illusion, a shackle, a waste of precious time. In life, all stages are present simultaneously…
This is what makes a thing glow with depth and aliveness.

Perfectionism and too much idealism block
The human spirit from perceiving and expressing beauty. I for one am done with the charade.
I cast off that ball and chain.
I choose to smile at my mistakes,
My awkward pauses
And stumbling moments.
For they are indications of my humanness,
My vulnerability and openness as I court mastery
And delve into those things I hold most dear.

I say yes to the perfectly imperfect gesture and flawed creative endeavor that reveals in the end, unimaginable splendor…
Yes, to life shapeshifting through a thousand glorious moments of becoming The chaos of birth, the decline of a flower, the warn stairs,

The distressed beams, the crack in my voice when tears surface, the light from a long-since deceased star that continues to twinkle on the horizon…
All of these fleeting stages, do not take away from the beauty of the thing,
but add to its character…

I rejoice in my humanness.
For isn’t the most beautiful forest filled with fallen boughs and leaves that were torn off in the last storm?
Yet still the forest is a marvel to behold, creating with its arching limbs a cathedral to the sun…
Do not be perfect, be proud of the continual alchemy of your spirit dance. Risk, fall, get up, master it and then simply… dance on.

She Lives by Another Code by Greta Bro
Copyright 2023

She glides into a room of people With unassuming grace.
She listens in silent compassion to the masses
who do not know they exist.

When she does speak,
her words are laden with truth.
Minds clear, hearts open, bodies affirm. She understands every story told.

But no one comments
or offers praise.
Though they feel the deep relief her Presence brings.

They have been taught,
that communication is a contest.
to listen an act of submission,
a show of weakness,
wherein the listener becomes indentured to the one who speaks.

They think her undeveloped
that she does not clamor to steal
the group mind with thrusts of expression.

But, she lives by another code…

When she cannot attend the dinner or gathering
there is no flow and people feel ill at ease.
No one speaks of it, but they know.

She has retreated into solitude,
as she does from time to time,
To dance and sing, to dream and muse
To receive herself in the company of angels And be heard.

Greta is a Contributor to Two Swedish Anthologies

(The Anthologies have chapters written in both Swedish and English by a group of international women writing about this intense period of upheaval and human transformation.)

The Intuitive: Connecting With Inner Wisdom 
(Det Intuitiva: Antologi)

The Shift (Skiftet: Antologi) 

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