veins of blood and spirit,
silver and roots,
deep within and upon the surface.
Each one a reflection as I sense my own
dips and valleys,
mountains and hills,
marked by time,
distended or sunken.
Age has brought Her vividly apparent and
like a blind woman my fingertips follow Her story,
shadows of Braille guiding me down each path of exploration.
Feel Her roots traveling the earth,
winding along and being diverted or pushing through,
gnarly and rough or smooth as the green switch of divination
that leads inward springing up fine hairs that sense every nuance,
every pocket of air,
every mote of dust or beam of light
that gleams through the breaks in the full canopy of leaves overhead.
as we transform the past into rebirth,
rising tall and strong in Self.
An energy trail that calls to each of us,
inviting like the bubbling springs,
the tendrils of vines are drawn to twine around
seeking Her Source of love and fulfillment.
Brightness shines through the veins
illuminating the Present
and palms tingle with Her beauty,
stretching out, opening, flowering.
Patterns are created and create
lines on the surface
that share a story of courage or defeat,
tales of fear and love.
A deep vertical line clearly depicts
the effects of anger and disregard for the sacred Beingness
that one tries to change or use,
deep as the grand canyon,
yet it can be filled with the flowing rivers of love and healing,
the cool rich nourishment softening and smoothing,
allowing heat to fall into a simmer,
a gentle glow of acceptance,
even becoming an embrace of love pure and simple,
true to Unity.
As the veins flow,
tracing the lines we step between
faded patches of grass too frail to survive
or pause in awe of the verdant moss
plush and vibrant within Her dark and cool tapestry
woven many times with threads that become stronger,
with weathering and wisdom.
A line leads up to the entrances
... enter into trance ...
which one is calling now?
Do I step into the forest
or onto the beach
or raise my arms for the hawk to swoop in and
carry me far away to the unknown
beyond the little valley of shimmering ores I've mined for years,
growing yet safe,
having set up my own timbers of support
within the shiny cool mine where
treasures lay waiting for all who see their potential.
But what of those gems not yet unearthed,
the rich veins criss-crossed by ancient roots
that prickle and engender courage in those who take up the call.
Where from here?
Follow the lines,
allow Her graceful wrinkles of wisdom
to lead the way ever deeper,
farther yet closer ... to center ... to Self.