My Land Beckons
A beautiful poem by the lovely Aly that really lifted me this morning.
My land beckons
The healer - witch doctor - and I
summoned together
to the mystic mountains
and thermal belly
of the southern continent.
Breathing dry air and
bathing in tubs of quartz
this land calls me
home
this land calls me
like the spreading consciousness
sharing lives on a rain dance
sharing stillness of the fire gazer.
This land calls
and collects together
the healing elements
to teach life’s lessons on love
to foster the purity of life.
Summoned to all this and
already I am there
forming a long shadow
beyond my boundaries
as my dreams fly the neon flag
as the planets align a new project.
My intent has begun
my pulse is excited
and the decision is mine.
My land calls
and finds me answered
so it comes as no surprise, that
the mystic mountains, my thermal belly
are in no hurry
to bring me back
Or is there a short cut
dug through the spring pools
to the other side
of the world
where a beehive of workers
can create the home for my heart?
My land beckons.
April 8th, 2006 at 4:05 am
‘my thermal belly’.. is that like a guru belly, but with more calcium and sulphur?