Three Poems
by Georgie Wells

I.

I am an emergent strategy packaged in a body that is strong, soft, flexible and inexorably connected to this Earth. I am a portal to magical realms filled with guides, protectors and friends both seen and unseen. We’ve traveled here together again to build bridges to a New Earth. I am part of a transition team and have seen this age coming for some time. I see beyond the shores of current suffering amidst the fall of this exquisitely flawed empire. I am sailing down a swiftly flowing green river with strong currents watching the buildings on land burn in the background. Weeping briefly for the wasteland we’ve co-created whilst evading the temptation to be inundated with ship sinking grief. I hold a strong belief in Grace and Beauty that channels through me creating refuge and reverence for the journey. My vessel is sturdy and sea worthy. I shore her up daily, patching the leaks early since I have learned how flooding and bailouts exhaust me and cost more in the long run. I am worthy of Love and Support. Simply writing these words feels revolutionary.

II.

This is a time of bifurcation when Mercury stations direct
But I hesitate to say anything, since I know nothing on the subject
Except that there is a knot in my gut that seems to extend backwards several generations
Nameless now but still encoded in my DNA
As if to say from the lips of my great, great grandmother
It’s like this now

Somehow we survive each situation down the line not simply staying alive
But daring to explore. We create our life as if it were a work of Art
Starting with raw materials transforming them into bridges and gardens
And beautiful evenings spent savouring the sweetness of summer
Sunlight filtering through the trees onto the mossy forest floor brings me to my knees

My chest heaves and breathes with the belly of the Earth
She whispers in sacred signals conveyed through root systems sunk deep into Her flesh Complex circuitry of mycorrhizal fungi working behind the scenes
They keep us safe, sheltered and fed
Lest we forget the best designer yet is nature’s elegant perfection
No question of waste. This disgraceful concept is manmade and actually insane Where is this so-called place called “away” anyway?
I’m here to say it doesn’t exist

Everything has a footprint and makes a mark in the akashic records
For sure matter is neither created nor destroyed
But rather expressing itself in ever changing ways
Nothing remains the same. Ever.

May we soften and play with this in ways that allow us to overflow
With joy and grief from time to time
Returning to a baseline of equanimity
Creating an ever expanding spaciousness much like the universe itself
Where all parts get a place to be seen, held and loved
Nothing shoved under the rug of stuffed “away” to sadly decay and stagnate
In the DNA of future generations

The path is a spiral, ever widening through time and inside us on a cellular level I am a mushroom growing on the decaying body of the patriarchy
Making new life in the shadows and training fruiting bodies towards the light
The fight is over 
I am now a sower of star seeds and a grower of dreams
I am a land weaver here to carve new pathways and tend to her wild edges
Less resistance more loving awareness
Less obsession with image more embodied presence
More beauty
Always more beauty

III.

I am a well, all is well above and below
A sturdy construction of mossy stones laid in a spiral formation
Holding life giving water dark and protected

I am a secret garden with lions guarding the gate, my high walls outside
Covered with ivy makes a home for rodents and songbirds
The solutions already exist
This is not the time to resist but instead revel in the spirit of resilience

It’s a Renaissance
Biophilic buildings make my eyes light when I imagine them
Stained glass like dragonfly wings with veins of chlorophyll
Windowsills like fish gills teaching us how to make buildings breathe

The real flex is in gathering and reveling in our divine essence
It’s a blessed time to be here and a privilege to be part of the transition team
I vow to do my best to venerate this Earth, protect her with reverence
And tend to her wild edges

The feminine tide is rising
Let’s not be surprised when she floods us from all directions simultaneously Gently and swiftly redirecting this current
Current towards a completely different trajectory
Sometimes she’s manic and flashy her rivulets turning into raging torrents
In the bat of an eyelash
While we cling to sturdy life rafts and rest assured
That we were made for these times

Let’s use power not force to change course
With less resistance and more ease, moving strategically
Using the giant wave of energy against itself
Like a trim tab on the rudder of a massive ship
We must be stalwart and steadfast
As we make our moves concise and calculated
We can steer this thing in a different direction
Or the ship might just press on at warp speed towards its manifest destiny
To create the best colony yet on Mars
Bon voyage

Meanwhile on Earth in a biophilic hologram I see a world full of flowers, trees, mushrooms and bees
These are my teachers
Also the creatures of woodlands and wetlands
Each of them holding a seat at the sacred counsel
Offering their blessings and infinite wisdom
If only we slow down and learn to listen

March 2025
New York, USA