Cave Dreamscapes

On May 7, 2019May 7, 2019 By dancingpalmtreesIn Uncategorized7 Comments

Cave Dreamscapes

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Falling into the Joyous Chasm

Bone. Stone and Wood rocks sand, Surf and Seaside. Sharp edges flint abrasion within my soft channels. You burst through underwater caves with furious pounding motion. Ebb and flow wash over me. Casting my limp body out to sea returning it road hard and put out wet.

The curling of toes mixed with yelps of desire. Thunderous Hurricanes combined with tsunami pelting debris. No escape but do I really want to leave?

Flecks of Gold descended from Heaven.

A Tool used well sculpts my being. Melting. Realigning internal tectonic plates.

Caverns long left abandoned and unexplored gave Praise to Adventurous Exploration. A Talented Prospector mapping out New roads within the promised land.

Waking up in cold sweats on hot humid summer nights. Sweat with nowhere to vaporize pooling from crown to feet connecting to underground reservoirs.

A thirsty land temporarily satiated.

Each Cycle Loops Continuity

Seed

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Seed

She put her hand to the Stone……………………

She put her hand to the Stone and a million millennia of memories coursed through her soul and out from her pores.

She put her hand to every boulder and heard the rocks cry out their praise to Our Creator.

She put her hand to the magnificent Oak Tree and received the voices of streams, rivers, oceans, lakes and streams.

She put her hand inside Gaia Mother Earth and heard the calls of sacrifices, bog dwellers, cave peoples, the cries of those murdered all crying out for justice.

She extended her hands within the forest absorbed the singings of creatures past and present reverberating within her spirit. Her fingers touched the voices of cave dwellers imbuing their drawings with Life. And in the fullness of time vibrations echoed through the eons.

She put her hand upon the Rock of Ages and they extended their hands inside her inner being enveloping her with knowledge, wisdom and understanding.