The Garden of Amahara: A Poem Honoring Gaia and the Cosmic Womb

By Brittany Kelly & Leila Briggs

Opening Invitation

As you read, I invite you not to analyze, but to feel. The Garden of Amahara is not somewhere you must travel to - it is something you remember how to enter. And Gaia, patiently and lovingly, is always waiting.

The Garden of Amahara

(Poem by Brittany — shared with permission)

Encompassed in darkness
Dripping in onyx 
Slowly swimming my way throughout space 
There’s something green in the distance 
But I can’t trust my vision 
I’m ready to get out of this place
The Green is a portal
A doorway to go through
What a curious accumulation of light
My hand on the doorknob
Unsure as my heart drops 
I turn it three clicks to the right

The door opens as I go
Straight through the threshold
The colors monopolize my eyes
My sense become sated, awe inspired, elated
Amahara you’re a beautiful sight

Walking on moss beds 
Off in the distance
Every flower every plant known in existence 
Every fruit every vegetable designed by the Devine 
There’s no concept of lack or expression of time
There’s no fear or repression in 4D dimension 
Is this that mushin state of mind? 

I make friends with the tall trees 
I dance with the gold bees
I follow the River that reflects back in glitter 
I’m not quite sure where leads
I trust in my center 
Only God knows this better
Finally, I am able to receive 

The fairies then find me
Guide me through the komorebi 
Gaia is waiting for me patiently there
I run up and hug her
For she is my mother 
I’m fully embraced as she cradles my hair

I soak in her love for me 
Reinvigorating and nourishing 
I can feel it deep in my veins 
Left almost liquescent 
It’s fair to mention
That after I was never the same 

Her goddess reflection my maternal connection 
I know now it is she who guides my way
Gaia releases me gently, sweetly, intently 
Amahara I wish I could stay

She brings me back to the portal
That doorway I go through
Love is now what is being conveyed 
Whenever I need her 
I close my eyes and I see her 
She’s right by my side keeping me brave

Your turn to go in
Time to envision
I promise it’s easy to find
For the goddess Gaia and the garden of Amahara exists in the depths of your mind

You are powerful 
Amahara is waiting
Go there if you dare 

Reflection

I have read and reread this poem numerous times. It was shared with me one afternoon, and from the very first lines I felt I was being invited into something deeply true - maybe even a soul-level truth. Something more energetic than physical. Brittany took the unseen and gave it language that moves gracefully and understandably through the human heart.

Amahara is often understood as the cosmic womb - the place of creation, origin, and gestation beyond form. Gaia, as many know her, is Mother Earth in her energetic consciousness: living, breathing, aware. To bring spirit and matter together so eloquently evokes reflections of the alchemy that occurs when the unseen and the physical meet - when energy moves into form and creates something miraculous, something that exists in synchronicity or even beyond comprehension.

What Brittany captured here feels less like imagination and more like remembering.

I wanted to share this poem (with Brittany’s consent) in the hope that someone - perhaps many - may feel that same remembering awaken within them. That sense of becoming. Of moving from spirit, energy, and the unseen into form, matter, and physicality - into the body and into life itself. A remembering that we are both born of the cosmos and cradled by the Earth, held simultaneously by Amahara and Gaia.