Nebulous these seeds,
We clutched them in our hands,
Soft specks of down as much as pristine specks of life.
Consciousness condensed into light,
Then down to solid form,
Like diamonds afloat in ethereal space.
Time, the illusion, the matrix for planting in.
I turned my head and tipped my hand.
Diamonds falling in slants of light,
In waters unfathomably deep.
The stars we see,
The greater beyond,
Our wholeness of being,
Our garden of shadows and light,
All that is created begins with a thought
Slowly solidified into matter,
Finessed in its grace and explored into greater diversity.
Gems in the moonlight,
If only they themselves understood
About the hollow moon,
As part of this world.