The Bliss of the Stones

If Love was desert water, then Mothers', the keeper of the arid ground.

If Love was canyon fire, then Fathers', the gatherer of the lightning fields.

Come out of the deep, deep sleep.

Those who've left this dream, say Awake.

The master's voice tolls five secret chimes,
appearing as golden bells that exist only to grace,
or as the Piper who takes
one-blue-fluted-breath.
Come from out of the deep, deep sleep
those who've left this dream whisper Awake.

It is the master's heart which calls you home
much as the mesa wind barely bristles the head of each old stone.
portraying clouds, each river, each ancient bone.
and all that moves and all that does not roam.

Those who've left this dream say Awake,
come from out of the deep, deep sleep,
in the beginning, all your answers will be questioned
and even the rocks will weep.

JRB