The Thirsty Earth

elena stonehouse 2 � copyright heather rhodes studio petronella all rights reserved

there is
a ground
beneath my feet
without territories

there is
a sacred inner cathedral
whose spires tear holes
in the fabric of the universe;

exposing the matrix of
infinite possibilities...

it is here
that I will
take my seat,

here, that I know

a love
in my heart
that is relentlessly
at peace,

a song
in my bones
that resounds
without words
or schedule…

radiant father sun
luminous mother moon

children of the ages
gather ‘round
her skirts,
the heat of
her indigenous fires…

as compassion rises
from the smoke
of surrender, 

as kindness
reigns supreme
upon the throne,

as we re-inhabit
our inner union

shhhhhh…

lay low…

let us steep
in her
potent
silent
instruction,

breathing

returning

re-membering

our
eternal
holy
connection…

and now,
our cups
runneth over;

spilling our
splendiferous honey
like liquid gold
into the cracks
of the
thirsty earth

words & image © copyright  Heather Rhodes  at  Studio Petronella
model: elena