Gurdjieff International Review
The voice of the earth
Rising up through my feet and into me
The vibration is ongoing
Centered low down in the body
Speaking of the taste
Of chill autumn air and
The waxing and waning pull of the moon.
Not a complaint
But a low murmur of life
On a planetary scale.
Gradually a kinship is felt –
A recognition spreads.
Yes. I am of the earth.
I sojourn here.
I too feel the pull of the moon
And the chill of autumn air.
The scale is vast.
Not just the moon but the stars as well
Touch some barely remembered part
Close, very close
To the heart.
Listen! Hers is the voice of love.