The Bardo Group, which mercifully counts me as a contributing writer and core team member, has invited its visitors to share Valentine’s Day posts in celebration of our love for this awe-inspiring planet. Planet Love has been on my mind for a week now; I’ve scribbled phrases and ideas on scraps of paper at work and engaged in ardent discussions with Steve about it, but until now I haven’t had time to sit down and write. “You don’t have time for the planet!” Steve jokes.
Au contraire. I AM the planet.
I have been thinking about the nature of my Planet Love. It starts with the obvious. Duh! I depend on the planet. I need it desperately – the water, the air, the energy from edible sunshine. Without it, I would die! My survival depends on this environment that birthed me and sustains me every breathing minute. I am an infant, perhaps a parasite, a needy lover hopelessly driven by biology into the thrall of her. She is my EVERYTHING!
But my ego shrinks from this debasing posture. I would much rather be the poetic admirer, the worshipful devotee who praises her and charms her, caressing her with ardent words of love. I would describe her in vivid, pleasurable detail. My senses delight in her. I rub against her textures: sand beneath my feet, bark under my fingertips, meadow grass against my back. I inhale her fragrance: sea air and pine and sulfurous volcano. I taste her bounty and drink in her landscapes, satisfied and still wanting more. I strain toward the whisper of her winds and dance to the rhythm of her tides. Her specific excitements are too numerous and various to be composed. She is more vast than my words. The vaulted roof of the cosmos lifts away, and I am exposed.
Suddenly, I realize that the cosmos is not only endless, it is edgeless. There is no ‘It’ and no ‘Not It’. It is integrated. And here I am. Not ‘I’, not ‘It’. WE. We are. The planet, the cosmos, and me – together. We are. What kind of love is this, without borders? Without egos? Is this perfect love? Perfect love casts out fear. I am not afraid, not of death, not of survival. But I know suffering. We suffer. We suffer desecration. Everywhere the planet is fouled, I am wounded. I am sad. I feel a lover’s pain. I stand with her in this pain and take my vows. We are one. We must be at one. At-one. Atone. Heal. Integrate. Become whole. Forgive my ignorance. Forgive my ego. Forgive my parasitic need. I will love without borders. My life, my time, my energy is cosmos – and I will remember that.
© 2014, essay and photographs, Priscilla Galasso, All rights reserved
This is very beautiful. I love your writing voice and your thinking.
Thank you, Pat! I love your delicate and clear flower photos!
What an astonishing display of love for the planet – from the breathless and romantic way you have written about your love for her, to that amazing picture of earth and sky together. If every person felt as you do, I have no doubt that the world would be Nirvana. Thank you so much for sharing and caring! 🙂 Wonderful post!
Thank you so much for your complimentary comment! It really is rather a ‘gush’ as I didn’t refine and edit much…maybe too many cliches and not enough personal experience, but I’m glad the fervency came across!
Whoa! Priscilla, I think both Victoria and I missed your link. I’m sorry. I’ll let her know.
Meanwhile, this is a stunning piece, true and beautiful. Memorable.
Maybe I didn’t get it in on time? I did leave a comment after I submitted the link, so maybe that didn’t show up. Anyway, I thank you for your visit and your compliment!
Well said Scilla, very well said. This is indeed a beautiful piece of poetic wrting.. my apologies for being so absent..
Thank you, Helen…no apology necessary! You’re as welcome as the Spring, and I try not to grumble when it stays away either. 😉