Gaia, Hear Me

'Who are you, really?' Gaia queries.
  And, why are you here?'

'I want so much to be real,' I start.
  'I have lines and curves, a face and a name.
  A faint memory whispers to me,
  I AM.'

'Yet, I chose to come here.
  And, the currents that are life
  wash around me, throw me off balance,
  turn me upside down.'

'So, when finally I face the sky and
  fill my lungs with the precious chi,
  I have forgotten who I AM.'

'Then, I struggle, and I cry, and I scream
  to the empty sky,
  Who AM I?!'

'Am I real?  Have I value?  Does my worth
  surpass all the sorrow, the disappointment,
  the anger that fills my heart?'

'Can the love from which I was birthed
  rescue me from the dark corners of my soul?!'

'The answer, my child,' smiles Gaia, 'is yes.'

'Remember, you chose to come into this form,
  the form you see in the mirror, the form you see
  reflected back to you in the eyes of another.'

'Quiet yourself, find stillness.
  Hear the whisper of the wind.
  Feel the cool waters on your feet.'

'Remember.
  Remember who you really are.
  Remember why you came here.
  Know that everything is as it should be.'

'Know that you are the glory of the Creator,
  manifest here, now.
  You are a gift.
  You are love incarnate.'

'The pain, the challenges, the questions,
  come to you as sacred offerings,
  as gifts given for your ascension,
  as the hints to help you remember,
  as the soil from which you can grow

to fulfill the promise of who you are.