A Fable of Life

Once upon a time, there was a life. She was beautiful, wild and free. Then came other lives. They were captivated by this life and did whatever they could to capture her attention. She lived with them, breathed with them, loved with them, but retained her wildness and freedom. These other lives became so besotted with her that they ached to possess her fully. They were jealous that she gave her attention freely to all those lives that swirled around her, believing that they were the only ones worthy of her attentions. In their quest to make her theirs, to mold her into something that they perceived would be more beautiful, they shackled her, they raped her, they plundered her, they created huge scars in her flesh, and they imbued poisons into her systems. And in the end, when they had taken everything from her and left her bent and broken, they lost interest in her. Because in trying to possess her, they destroyed that which had originally made her attractive and irresistible to them in the first place - her wildness and freedom.

But in the end, she had the last laugh. Her life was long and at her core she retained the seeds of her identity, the origins of her beauty. She knew that they were dependent upon her for their very survival, but they had so crippled her that though she loved all life, she could not give them what she would have liked to give. Her nature was compassionate and her purpose was to support life, regardless of ignorance. The would-be conquerors moved on, but without her support and encouragement and love they could not live and so they died. Her longevity prevailed. Over time, she healed and she became beautiful and wild once again. And despite her past tragedies and the horrors and indignities that she had suffered, she continued to freely share her life with all other life. Those who respected her enjoyed the same longevity that she did. Those who did not respect her enjoyed the same fate as the would-be conquerors.

She knew that would-be conquerors would rise once again and that the cycle would begin and beget anew. The cycle is constant and endless. But she is the mother, she who sustains. She will always sustain life and the respectful and loving will survive. But woe to those who will try to conquer that which is not meant to be conquered, for they will be limited in their longevity, causing their own destruction by the force of their own forceful natures.

This is the fable of the Earth, the Mother, she who sustains.