Javier Marchán

I

The day when Gaia

  Has tilted neither away from

Nor towards Sol,

  A golden cloud

In the shape of a ram

  At her blue sky arrives.

A touch of sparking gold

Dripping and sopping,

  Fountain of water

Springs into a tambourine.

  Abra thy rhythm, O Gaia,

  Thou be’st beat of creation.

When the cloud is in its fall,

  It melts the ram

And far above in the Heavens

  Bawl is heard.

Sol returns exalted

  So that trees awake

Wearing garlands of green.

Blue iridescence,

  Harmonía from hummingbirds,

Trine, sextile, quintile

  Melodic chirp, O Gaia

  Thou art sound inspiration.

II

From the galactic centre

  Being dreamed over a lotus

Via Lactea whirls a spiral.

  As above so below,

New fronds uncurl the ferns

  To salute the light,

Namaste

And not very far,

  A Cornucopia filled with ambrosias,

Flowers, fruits and grains.

   These are riches of plenty

   From thy Garden of Delights.

With vegetation comes Abundance

  With Abundance comes her Guardian.

The Guardian masters a spear

  With which Chiron initiated him once.

A winged helmet won his head

  ‘Cos when the Guardian inhales air,

He attracts receptivity.

As for all the air the Guardian exhales,

  It makes the fields to sake

For cattle to make a space

  So that broad-breasted Abundance

  Can churn foam from their milk.

III

Churnest Abundance, churnest

   Thou dost of all foam the featherest!

So feathery the foam,

  Into aerial sphere ascends

Whence in the radius of its orb,

  The Angel that Conjoins Duality

From the Heavens descends.

Out of his mouth, a butterfly

  For Abundance, rainbow and crown.

And the bee the Angel sets free,

  Angelic pollination

  Triumph shall spring.

When the vespertine flowers

  Open in full bloom,

Soma the Guardian drinks.

  Glow on his lips,

So while he undresses her,

  Kiss Abundance does not resist.

Their dance of cosmic grace

Vibrates through subtlety.

  All the breath heaved

Waxing Luna collects;

  Luna molds it into a pearl

  For Oceanus when she is waning.

IV

Among the sparkling waters

  Three-thousand Sirens

Blow from below,

  A chariot pulled by sea-horses

Rocks Mother Womb

  Through colonnades of moonlight,

That in silver bath

Temples of coral

  Where Nymphs sang

Inspired by deity

  Song sailors sing,

  Mother Womb makest thy nest…

… Inside the belly of Whale.

  Nine natural steps

To nourish seed into fruition,

  From involution of space

To love infinite.

  So werest thou created

Water breaking, fluid out flowing

Through the blowhole of the whale.

  Up in the air,

It crafts asanas

  And the Heavenly Windows open wide

  Blessing brightest golden light.

V

When the newborn arrives

  Twelve sunbeams illuminate

A diadem of laurel.

  Trumpets, harps and bells,

Rotation of Glory

  Of the Angels of Paradise.

From marvel of Joy

His palace walls are made.

  Golden Kingdom embroider

Of roses and parades,

  For people to shake palms

  From the middle of their hearts.

Love he bestows to all below him,

  Loved he is by purity above him.

Four elephants over a tortoise

  Hold the Pillars of Vitality

That sustains the ark

  For thy children, O Gaia,

To raise the vibration

Of a multi-fold of petals

  Through fire and earth.

Through winds. The oceans.

  Petals uncoiling seven ethers

  Awaken the Third Eye.

The Day when Gaia Javier Marchán 2011