Before the drum
even started,
I felt the weight, heavy, pressing
my body into the earth.
It is a rock
under the full weight of the mountain.
It is the cornerstone, bearing the mass of
life,
unburdened by the load,
forever strong, breathing gently.
Pressed ever more
deeply into the earth,
Absorbing the heat, expanding, transforming,
white-hot molecules
excited, dancing, anticipating.
Then the
explosion, hurling tons of boiling lava
vertically, through miles of quaking,
birthing mountain
oblivious to, and unbound
by, that unyielding force…gravity.
Erupting from
the uterus of mountain turned mother.
Spewing lava into the sky, breaking into a
million bits,
each impregnated with life,
reaching for the stars.
Floating now, among the stars, quiet, ready, patient.
A shooting star
pierces the blackness,
it’s tail whipping through the million bits
striving to stay abreast its mother, mixing
with the million bits, imbuing the million
bits
with
color and song and method,
letting go, finally, of the star now gone,
finding its home among the million bits.
A billion bits,
heavy with life, falling from the sky,
seeding the earth, the other planets, the
universe.
Burrowing deeply into the expectant uterus,
drinking voraciously the rich nutrients…
Bursting forth
as life,
faeries, dancing, singing, playing, sexing,
joyful, exuberant, zestful, laughing.
The hand of
God,
playing, creating, laughing,
singing, creating…
Heavy, pressing
down into the earth.
Reaching the depths and the heat.
Exploding out the mountain turned mother.
Spewing fragments of
life into the universe.
Dancing in the
stars.
Creating rainbows in the dark.
Shining the light for
all to see.
That…is what IT looks like.
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