The earth is born of stones.
The earth is born of stones.
Each stone the merest thought turned
over, and given word, or even not:
it takes so little willingness to
make a world.
Borne of peace, into mindful turmoil
we see the stone mosaic mid-stride
and deeply dreaming.
What we stand upon and what we stand
within is the very fabric of
His dreaming.
Within the softest touch, blush of flesh
and stone, nothing is lost or left undone;
sweetest salvation.
Dreaming is all alight,
even shadows are light to nothing and no-one.
And whispered within the hum
of all that matters, minded-matter made matter,
is the only answer that He ever voiced -
Yes.
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