Mother Earth Still Breathes

Mother Earth Still Breathes

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"This song began as a realization that the Earth isn't just a backdrop for our lives, she is a living, humming organism. After a video sparked a conversation with my creative partners, we moved from poetic meditation into Mother Earth Blues.

In the 4.34 version, you will hear the addition of a soulful guitar that bridges the gap between the ancient instructions of the forest and the rhythmic heartbeat beneath our feet. It's a song about shifting, adjusting, and the quiet resilience of a body both planetary and personal finding its way back to health."

Mother Earth Blues (The Living Organism Prayer)

To: Outstages Label Subject: New Track Submission: Mother Earth Blues (4.34 Version)

The Vision: This track explores the planet not as a "cooled-down stone," but as a breathing, shifting living organism. It is a soulful meditation on the "blues" of a body trying to heal itself, framing natural shifts not as vengeance, but as the earth’s own rhythm of survival.

The Sound:

• Vocal Core: An intimate, prayer-like delivery that moves from a low hum into a powerful, blues infused crescendo.

• The Layering: This version (4.34) features an organic guitar layer that provides a human "bridge" to the massive, elemental themes of the lyrics.

• The Heartbeat: Built around a slow-moving rhythmic pulse that mirrors a heartbeat wrapped in "oceans and cloud light."

Mother Earth Still Breathes

She is not a relic,

not a cooled down stone drifting through the dark.

She is warm beneath us,

a slow moving heartbeat wrapped in oceans and cloud light.

Her tides remember,

her winds correct,

her forests whisper the old instructions

to anyone quiet enough to listen.

We call it change.

She calls it breathing.

And even now,

with all our noise, smoke, and stubbornness,

she rises, shifts, adjusts

alive,

not finished,

not defeated,

just turning the page

in her own long story.

Mother Earth Blues (The Living Organism Prayer)

Mother Earth ain’t no cold stone drifting in the dark.

She is a living organism, humming low beneath our feet,

breathing through minerals,

sighing through oceans,

letting the mountains rise and fall like ribs in slow motion.

She takes in our footsteps every morning

as we rise to the day,

breathe in, breathe out,

and place our weight upon her like a quiet promise.

We walk her skin to complete our work,

never noticing how she shifts to hold us steady.

But sometimes,

sometimes, a human footprint presses too deep,

cuts too sharp,

forgets the rhythm she taught us.

And when the pressure builds,

she does what any living body does:

she releases.

A storm, a quake, a flood, a fire

not vengeance,

not punishment,

just the blues of a body trying to heal itself

after too much noise,

too much smoke,

too much forgetting.

She breathes out the pain we leave behind.

She breathes in the hope we still carry.

And the cycle continues,

ancient as drumbeat,

tender as dawn.

Mother Earth is alive,

alive, in the minerals that pulse like memory,

alive in the winds that rearrange the sky,

alive in the waters that refuse to stop moving.

And we, her wandering children,

learn again each morning

to step softer,

to breathe with her,

to listen for the low blues hum

that says she’s still here,

still living,

still holding us

even when we forget

how to hold her back.

She is not a relic,

not a cooled down stone drifting through the dark.

She is warm beneath us,

a slow moving heartbeat wrapped in oceans and cloud light.

Her tides remember,

her winds correct,

her forests whisper the old instructions

to anyone quiet enough to listen.

We call it change.

She calls it breathing.

written, created, edited by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

Outstages Cafe Music

Trusselli Art

California

copyright 2025