The Crystal Cave

Sitting in the Crystal Cave - amidst the myriad hues

and colors of God's eye,

I am content, lost within my own being of light,

Trying to capture the energies so swiftly and rapidly

moving in concentric circles, round about me.

There is silence here, but it is the silence of no voice.

No voice to intrude the interlude being played

within the ancient cave.

I know that God is here.

Instead what permeates my hearing, my knowing,

is the constant drip of water as it drops slowly, fervently

reverently into the crystal lake beside me.

Waters drumming their own beat, or...

is it the heartbeat of God as it pulses and flows?

I lay down upon my belly, touching the stone so cold

beneath me,

And dip my hands bit by bit into the cold, pristine,

healing water.

I see my reflection - it is of a different nature.

I am filled with colors of the rainbow, the likes

of which I've never seen before.

They run through my being like Tiger Stripes.

I sip the water, testing its crystal pureness

with my tongue...cold, oh so cold,

but the refreshment and healing that flows

into my being from it, brings me home.

I have found my dwelling place,

Here amongst the Crystals and the Stone People.

I sleep...deeply and fully.

I know that all is well in my soul - I know

that God lives here too.

©  Akasa WolfSong
     2/6/2008