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Naming the Earth - a poem of light for national poetry day

  • This fits clearly into the theme for 2015 - #light. It was published this year on the Surrey Libraries website, and prior to that in the Paddington International Festival 2001 Anthology..

And the world will be born again

in circles of steaming breath

and beams of light

as each one of us directs

our inner eye

upon its name.

Hear the cry of wings,

the sigh of leaves and grass,

smell the new sweet mist rising

as the pathway is cleared at last.

Stones stand ready -

they have known

since ages and ages ago

that they were not alone.

Water carries the planet's energy

into skies and down

to earth and bones.

The cold parts steadily

as we come together,

bodies and hearts warm,

hands tingling.

We are silent

but our eyes are singing.

We look, we feel, we know,

we trust each other's souls,

we have no need to speak.

Not now, but later,

when the time is right,

the name will ring

within the iron core

of each other's listening -

and the very earth's being.

Every creature, every plant,

will hear it calling,

tolling like a bell -

a sound we've always felt

but never dared to hope

to hear reverberating -

true at last, at every level

of existence.

The poets come together

to open the intimate centre.


in life and air -

breathe the light itself,

for these are the energies

and rhythms that we need

to see, to touch, to reach,

to identify, to say, the NAME.

Colours on your skin

fuse and dissolve -

leave the river clean

for pure space and time

to enter and flow in.

We all become one fluid stream

of stillness and motion,

of flaring thought

pulses discovering

weird pools and twists within

where darkness hides

from the flames in our eyes

but will not snare us.

We probe deeper still,

journeying towards a unity

which will be more raw

and yet also more formed

than anything written

or spoken before.

Our fragile bodies

fall away -

and the trees,

and the roots of trees,

guide us -

lead us away

from the faces we remember

seeing each day in the mirror -

into an ocean

of dreams

seething with warmth,


where the beginning

is real,

ripe, evolving.

And the world is born again

in circles of steaming breath

and beams of light.

An ache -

a signal -

a trembling moment -

and the time is right

to say the name.

We sing as one whole

voice of the universal -

all the words, the names

of every tiny thirsting thing,

and they ring out together

as one sound,

one energy, one sense,

one vibration, one breath.

And the world listens,

beats, shines, glows -

IS -


by Julia (Jay) Woodman

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Julia Woodman
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A nutritional therapist, life coach, counsellor, stress consultant, & writer. Julia helps you heal & resolve any issues, cope with change, or achieve goals. Inc nutrition, meditation, relationships, communication, empowerment, creativity.

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