Gurdjieff International Review

The Voice of the Earth

Jack Cain

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.