Unseen, Unnamed, Unknown Are slender, silent Shafts of gold
Every second Rock is being wrought Worn away by wind and water Layered and pressed, Earth is pressured into stone Ceaselessly, in a constant, slow dripping Adagio Magma bubbles, shapes, cools Simmering, smoldering, seeping, slow Beneath the twining roots of trees, The wordless feet of animals, Beneath the unquestioning crust Secluded, sequestered Slowly Secretly Gravity enfolds the mass In an embrace of eternity And the mountain continues to Become
Self: Here beneath this thin, susceptible skin Beyond bone and blood and brain Is a question Eternally asked By poets, Mystics and fools Called by many names, This transcendent query Is, like mountain, In a timeless tide of transformation Stratified and squeezed By senses Hollowed and shaped by the wind Of words Lava of image, vision, concept, thought, Bubbles, shapes, and cools into a structure Called Self
If the mind could be mined . . . Its sensitive skin split, Shafts sunk And core samples taken, When they had been analyzed, Anatomized, augured Would I know the Minerals from the motivations? The pyrite from the perceptions? The obsidian from oblivion?
I have begun To begin
Begun to learn the difference Between diamonds and dross To define the source of My own gravity To choose the energy That will effect my change
Where my soul has been seamed with slag And my spirit strip mined I am learning to seal the excavation Resurface, replant Tree roots will learn their labyrinth dance anew And the ground will heal
And some core samples yield up Gold An abundance of spirit, a wealth of soul
See . . . in this shaft shines understanding And delving deeper, Care, healing, trust Glittering from this one, gilded nuggets of laughter Below simmers celebration, merriment and revels Down at the core, bubbling with delight, Is the glowing, bright, liquid glass of joy And Here
Here is a well of light and warmth, A profusion of comfort, loyalty and giving All resting, Deep at the mountains heart, On a solid bedrock of Love
It is here I will invest my thoughts My precepts, my concepts, my visions, My words My transcendent query Called Self For it is built on this bedrock That becoming Becomes Belief
Thank you for sharing Lady and Raven. And thank you for reminding me of the beauty that surrounds us, but we seem too hurried or too blind to see and appreciate.
