Earth Stone
Made from Her, Earth Mother, Ma
Her pulsing, breathing plants
Dark and deep, steeped for centuries
Specks of inconsistency, variety, change
Imbedded in the solidity of Her most established condition
How long have you been here
Since the merging of consciousness and form
Hidden molecules attached for billions of years
Lives lived, lives past, vanished to the ether
No wonder you warm my heart
No wonder I feel safety in your embrace
For you hold the promise of eternity
Of nothing lost but constant change
You are the reminder of how close She is
Nothing escapes Her reach
She’s never gone
Fused tight in my palm, we are one
The illusion of separation
Is the illusion of Her and I
Of us and them
Our eyes weep for immersion
True intimacy with the One
It dawns, recedes, rises again
These pieces of Her scatter reminders
They call to the knowing like rain to seed
Without separation there is no play
No story, no laughter, no tears
No ins or outs, ups or downs
Without separation there is peace without experience
Revival of longing to cloud numbered days
When pain tugs on the ache of remembrance
And struggle feeds the will to go home
Life encased in form is a temporary ride
Dawning of time, contained therein
Duality, variety, pastime of eternity
An entertainment for Her pleasure
Perhaps this has been the reason behind
The denial of Her all along
