{"id":3670,"date":"2014-01-04T14:48:40","date_gmt":"2014-01-04T12:48:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3670"},"modified":"2014-01-04T14:49:05","modified_gmt":"2014-01-04T12:49:05","slug":"our-gaia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3670","title":{"rendered":"Our Gaia"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>\n<p><a title=\"images\" href=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/images.jpg\" rel=\"prettyPhoto-img\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-3671\" alt=\"images\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/images.jpg\" width=\"241\" height=\"209\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">Our Gaia<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Look down from space and feel wonderment,<br \/>right past the moon, as dry as bone dust, past <br \/>our landing spot in the sea of tranquility.<\/p>\n<p>Catch your breath, see rising earth, aglow<br \/>a gleaming membrane of the brightest blue<br \/>that&#8217;s girded with great drifts of cloud,<\/p>\n<p>Gaia is our ferry on this sea of existence. <br \/>The great oceans and rivers are her life blood, <br \/>the mountains, her spine, the land, her bones.<\/p>\n<p>Ley lines, or meridians carry her life force. <br \/>We consume the great forests of her lungs, <br \/>pollute air, she breathes with moons pull.<\/p>\n<p>We pour tons of concrete, steel and tarmac <br \/>on a heartbeat that pulses beneath our feet,<br \/>tearing wounds in her skin with our ploughs.<\/p>\n<p>All Gaia&#8217;s living creatures are her senses, <br \/>seventy percent water, thirty percent earth, <br \/>about the same proportions as land and sea.<\/p>\n<p>We are her seed, the forgetful progeny <br \/>of a super organism, we&#8217;re naked without earth,<br \/>a conscious assembly of earth&#8217;s elements,<\/p>\n<p>know ourselves, we will know the universe. <br \/>Are we as fleas destroying our planet&#8217;s fine pelt,<br \/>or birds flying free, who rid her of parasites?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>Gael Bage<\/blockquote><\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3670","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-contemporary-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3670","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3670"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3670\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3673,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3670\/revisions\/3673"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3670"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3670"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3670"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}