Far ‘neath your feet, caverns vast, honeycomb the deep.
Dark waters snake through stone cathedral,
as stalactites drip in the shivering darkness.
Veins of pulsing crystal,
riddle the belly of the underworld,
as the sensorial visage of vast vistas, haunt the horizons of my body.
An immensity felt, though unseen, gathering,
slithering in the shimmering silence.
The utter stillness of stone,
unknown to us of blood and bone.
The unimaginable blackness, thick with primordial memories,
from the first boundless song of the world,
that erupted from its own chalice heart.
Wherever you are on this green bountiful earth,
in the immeasurable sunlight,
amongst the mountains and the wild flowering meadows,
you stand on the shoulders of an ocean of mystery.
The chthonic mnemonic, embracing all,
cradling the underbelly of every tree.
How deep are the roots of the world?
What waters do they taste?