Concentric Circles

The crystal waters of Lemuria’s Water Garden
Are hushed and plangent, deep with dreaming
There is mystery here, secrets whispered, magic singing
Lay your palm against the swirling water and you will feel it
Telling you tales of this land of breathing metaphor
Singing songs of this place of meaningful mists, which cloak the world in question
Against your palm the sweet water will continue to whisper
Of long sweet hours of meditation and contemplation
Of writing for the sheer relish and delight of writing

Lay your palms against the radiating water and you will feel it
The pull of this land, twining like ivy around your bones, sinking itself deep
Into your heart, your mind, your memory, your dreams
Claiming a piece of yourself, a part of each tomorrow
This land will have claimed you, to the root of your sighs
And yet, you will have given only the time it takes to accept
And you will find yourself rewarded with the unparalleled gift
Of yourself
Whatever you were seeking, you have found here a safe harbor
Abundant shelter; supportive solitude
Sanctuary

Lay your palm against the inspiring water and you will feel it
Lift your wet hands and touch your eyes,
See images, ideas, and visions bloom thick and bright behind your eye lids
Lift your wet hands to your lips
Taste concepts, thoughts, perceptions; salty, rich, bitter, sweet
Look at the water sparkling on your fingertips
See those droplets turn to words, falling from your fingers to glisten on the paper
In scintillating spills of rainbow composition
Smile down calmly into the clear dimpled water, at the unadorned grey rocks below
Knowing in simple serenity that the water is water
And that the images, concepts, and words
All belong to you

Lay your palm against the encircling water and you will feel it
Concentric circles, rising from the top
The sweet spinning of synchronicity . . .
Circles touching circles, always reaching outward to touch more circles
The ever expanding, widening dance of possibilities
Gifting you with the ultimate understanding; that everything is connected
To everything

Sitting beside the crystal waters of Lemuria’s Water Garden
You will see the moon rise, a sonorous sphere of gold
Which the alchemy of night has hung, reflected round and resonant in the rippling water
Lay your palm against the sweet, gilded water and you will feel it
The golden moondeep possibility,
that after a lifetime of endless circling,
you have finally
Come home


©Edwina Peterson Cross