Truth on the Rocks

How is it the Rocks always get me.

Speaking invisible language pouring into my hopeful Heart

An ancient tongue I have always been able to hear and know.

Whispering songs of presence and life that is eternal.

Freeing my senses from the human constructions, the voices and frowns telling me that I am mad for seeing this, talking this, claiming the visions beyond the blur, the events and incidents they can't imagine, the miracles they deprive themselves of, because they will not sit here in the blissful silence, the presence of the Spirit that has always been here, and will long after we're gone and done doing harm, still extending invitations, always speaking lOve, comfort, more lOve, laughter, jOy, bliss (yes all the yummy things you chase in your empty haunted houses) through EVERYTHING nature.

The gentle waves, the bird that sings just for you, the soothing breeze, the sunlight on crystal caves in flint, this view, the trees, rainbows on horizons, flowers stretching, rain on leaves, offering plastic munching mushrooms, butterflies, the stars at night, EVERYTHING non-human-constructed but Intelligence created beyond your wildest imagination.

Some of us see that as miraculous living.

We are the ones dancing in it, to the sounds you can't hear, the wonders of it, our lives lived in service, appreciation, gratitude.

We are the survivors, the healers, the lOvers, the dancers.

So here's some truth:

You are eternal.

Yes, you can talk to the dead, the trees, the Sun, the Moon, the clouds, the rocks, the fairies dancing on your lawn, the flowers, the birds, the winds, the rain, the Stars, those brilliant beings.

In a world full of life and wonders, how can you ever not feel lOved, or accompanied, accomplished, complete, happy and Heart open?

Yes, you get to feel angry, mad, sad, grieving, frustrated and step out of your KnOwing.

You are temporarily human after all.

But it doesn't mean that all that stuff goes away.

It's you leaving it for a second and then deciding to come right back.

So..

Don't tell me, my world isn't real.

Honestly, you are crazy for not seeing it, or wanting to knOw it.