Permaculture Goddess Temples

As I worried about whether catastrophic Earth changes be near
Through visions she showed me how I can dissolve my fears
By building Permaculture goddess temples to last thousands of years

Some may be shaken to rubble, some burned, and some submerged
But not all would be lost if they were globally dispersed

Malta still stands, 7000 years strong
Proof of a civilization where women and men got along
Worshipping the Earth Mother Goddess, you can’t go wrong

Reverence for the sacred feminine divine
Carved out of stone to last for all time

Though gardens no longer remain
It’s never too late for the legacy to be reclaimed

Now we know how to design and build
Edible landscapes filled with perennial guilds

Co-operation not competition makes ecosystems last
Partnership not domination, how our ancestors lived in the past

In Vietnam a 300 year old food forest still thrives
In Morocco a 2000 year old one is the oldest known to be alive

Permaculture before it had a name
Ever-lasting gardens still remain

Hydrating, fertilizing, and re-seeding themselves
Humans just gave them a little initial help

A final protest to the warrior cult
May be our planting of trees around monuments of Earth and stone

Silbury Hill mound, Mother Earth’s Breast, built over 400 years with antlers and bone
In months we could establish seven layer systems and plan out the zones
And with thousands of techo-pagans, the permies wouldn’t be alone

Trance dancing to mix the cob
Guided by Tantrikas’ drums and songs

Evoking Shakti to empower the crews
170 beats per minute keep us all in a groove
Entrained by the rhythm, the workflow is smooth

What it once took generations to achieve
With the last drops of oil we could drive Earth surgeon machines

Swales, dams, ponds, and mounds
Wrap around the contours on the ground
Like the curves on the 1000s of goddess figurines that archeologists have found

Goddess food forests to be seen from space
Crop circles of bananas, spirals of herbs, dome trellised grapes

Hugelkultur keyhole beds to unlock the shackles of witches burned
In these temples the lessons of her-story will be re-learned

Modern medicine women like Julie James
Restoring traditions that were cast into flames

Fortified by thorned berry bushes and bamboo stakes
Motes of chinampas and aquacultured lakes
Marauders fought off with sharpened sugar canes
Edible weapons like cayenne pepper mace

Peace is not the absence of war
It’s the balance of masculine and feminine energy at a society’s core

Earth’s affliction is a testosterone addiction
Man’s dominion a perverted fiction

Women, animals, and nature suppressed by 5,000 years of the Blade
With a return to the Chalice our souls may have a chance to be saved
Once patriarchy is buried in a composting grave

We no longer think seven generations ahead
Modernity expects the future to be dead

Mollison warned our cosmic neighbors will scorn
If we lay waste to Earth, our galactic welcome will not be warm

Those of us who choose to stay home
While the male ego goes boldly goes where it doesn’t belong
Will discover old life and old civilizations
That held Gaia above all

If there is to be a great collapse
The next Dark Ages need not be so drab

The goddess altar candles will illuminate sacred texts
That teach of old ways suppressed by religious sects

Eco-feminist anthropologists to thank
For exposing false assumptions of cave men's clubbing and rape

Myth of savagery a lie, our ancestors did not deny
The power of the female to give and nurture life

For 99% of human time, we lived hand in hand, not hand on throat
Women in prehistory were not enslaved as we’ve been told

Before agriculture, cities, churches, and states
The cross-cultural paradigm of goddess worship was in place
Where it was kept safe it progressed into civilization with grace

The human creative urge cannot be reversed
But it’s focus can be reworked

Rather than building phallic missiles and bombs
The male can be heroic for his devotion at home

Tools no longer wielded to cut and control
But to heal, liberate, sew and grow

It’s not that we men are bad
Just our education that is so sad

Taught to fear and hate
The wombs that create

Envious of her power
He toppled her glorious towers

Few still stand, but enough have survived
We have but to with Permaculture revive

The sacred spaces of old
And begin to value fertility above gold

Precious soil and seed stock exchanged
Yields returned for true wealth and fame

Megalithic living heroine statues standing tall
Paths not streets, groves not walls
In Permaculture goddess temples to replace the shopping malls

Guide Stone commandments built to preach across time
But edible art would be a more compelling gift to leave behind
No paternalistic laws and rules, just living temples depicting the feminine divine

What is the feminine divine you ask?
She's what's surging behind your social mask

Tantrikas Rhoda Jordan and Reena Desai
Can gently guide you to your knees and breathe open your 3rd eye

When you surrender to shamanic beats
Boundries will dissolve that limit how you think

You decide how much to let in
Gaia will fill you up and radiant out through your skin

She'll whisper to your inner ear
Or sing loudly if you let go of your fear

Men afraid of losing control
Who'd rather die then find another man beautiful

Can bathe in the warm bliss of her love
And drop the act of being macho and tough

The masculine divine has a place and time
Equal in fact when properly refined

If you dare to percieve the feminine divine
You'll see her spanning more dimensions than stars in the sky

For a 3d glimpse, see the art of Amanda Sage
She's downloaded her visions into physical space

With permies, architects, and enginneers
Her futuristic permaculture goddess temple realms, could soon be built right here