I am the Goddess

I am the Goddess
by Dona Nieto

I am the Goddess
and I speak now from the mouth of all women;
I am the Earth the cradle of creation in the creases of my inner thighs lies your salvation;
Get down on your knees and worship me.
Lay your face against the soft moss in the valley between my legs
Abandon your clothes by the riverside
Stretch your naked body along my sandy bank
Press your full length against my yielding ground
Dip your head into my cool green waters and sip til you are full.
If you cannot find a river that is clean enough to drink.....
If You Cannot Find A River That is Clean Enough To Drink
IF YOU CANNOT FIND A RIVER THAT IS CLEAN ENOUGH TO DRINK
Then Stop! and think Then please, stop and think!
Abandon your way of life and search your memory for a way to receive what I offer your freely.
The most ancient name for God in the Hebrew language is "El Shaddai" It means "The Mountain-Breasted One"
Before you invented God you remembered Me.
Every particle of your being has been brought forth from the fibre of my body.
Your muscles are made of proteins from the plants that you trample under foot
without a thought You have covered my naked,
sacred body with a garment of cement. I feel restricted;
I cannot dance and undulate my rippling torso where I have been paved over, deforested,
wrapped in plastic. Uncover me. Oh baby, take off my clothes,
Remove these garments that mock my beauty that hide my face and bind my body;
Peel back the layers of what you call progress --
I am so much more beautiful naked that clothed
and these clothes you have dressed me in are choking my life.
Take them off, beloved, and delight in my clean flesh once again.
Make love to me naked in the sunlight,
Suck any strawberry
Let your lips feel the taste of its kiss
There is nothing more important than this:
You must eat my sacred flesh if you would live, And my body must be whole so I can give.
Stand before me,
Feel your feet planted in my moist soil,
Feel the roots shoot from the bottom of your feet to the mud and the heat way down deep below
See how the legs of any woman Are the pillars of a temple
Growing up like redwoods from their roots below the ground,
Worship me in that temple Worship me in that temple,
Worship me now Worship me now Worship me now!

copyright 1999 Dona Nieto all rights reserved

This is the poem that loggers have been stopping their clearcut to hear La Tigresa recite.