This earth is sensual plane of all living souls
And as dear as our own birth-mother
We are born, live and die in her loving bosom
Following the laws of Karma and rebirth
This passing world is for gaining experiences
While fulfilling the duties in life
As we create more Karma for pleasing desires
That persists as long as we endure
Living in such a mind bounded by the senses
We do live a very narrow life
Rarely feeling touch of transcendent reality
Often ignoring as an error of mind
Mother earth is amazing in novelty and variety
Could become the fun to live
But due to Karmic Laws and egotist identity
We suffer being almost naïve
Mother earth not only offers desired things
But also is our epithet of beauty
Her copious gifts come from endless love
Yet hardly have we felt that bounty
Feeling for her love could free our vision
Allowing us to see her soul
As birth mother and earth Mother become one
Lifting us to our spiritual goal
Then Earth can be felt in our mind-body duo
Grasping her power at one with ours
Realizing her energy flowing thru our body:
Feeling our kinship and vital source
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Beautiful Poem. We owe all our energy, every second of our existence to her. It is sad that instead of gratitude we think always of owning and exploiting.