Inside the Earth, I feel my spirit palpitate,
ancestors of other eras welcome me with
outcries of stars falling from the sky and
echoes of drums pounded on the stones.
Ancestral dances vibrate on my bare feet
covered with Caribbean roots.
Inside the Earth, my soul pours into mourning
for the blood spilled in fierce millennial wars.
The homo sapiens, maddened,
leaped into their greatest folly,
Bloodied sap drips from within the Earth;
it is from trees in pain.
The cry of oceans, birds, and forests
gets confused with mine.
My Greater Antilles arms unfold
and comfort tiny beings under the Earth.
Their microscopic eyes gaze at me, but I can’t draw them.
Science falls short of explaining my feelings.
Inside the Earth, its core is reflected
in trillions of transparent mirrors.
A glowing underground rainbow whispers a great secret:
infinite forms of life and colors are whirling sad,
agonizing in a kaleidoscope
their beauty and grandeur, totally disturbed.
Is it virtual reality, science fiction, mythology, fantasy?
Perhaps, a planetary revelation?
I managed to see Gaia / Pachamama, hidden
behind an opaque cloak never seen before.
Could it be her light diminishing?
Could it be that she is sowing her last seeds of hope?
I hear a desperate scream from within the Earth,
one million species at risk of extinction.
A climate catastrophe in the anthropocentric era!
Yet human consciousness expands to reverse extermination:
let’s think like a mountain, feel like the planet,
vindicate the poor of the Earth,
take a quantum leap into an infinite cosmic era.