Gaya feeding the insatiable

Multiple mouths and gazes sprout from her face, eager for love, sap, life.
She, an inexhaustible mother, offers without measure, even knowing that there is no satiety for those who forget their origins.
Among the folds of her flesh, the voices of creation blossom.
Every drop of her being is an act of devotion, a poem sown in the earth.
And yet, in her gaze, infinite compassion dances.