The Earth is a Hatchery
By Clement Binnings, Jr.

Eight billion souls shelled in flesh,
Spiritual embryos we are,
Specially designed to reflect the Divine,
Rocking and rolling,
Cracking and spilling,
In a rough and tumble hatchery
Mishandled by the blind.
Eggs with eyes, ears, noses, tongues,
Genitals, rectums, hands and feet,
The energy transmitters for living the dream,
Were laid by the Cosmic Dreamer
With the power to choose
To open the eye of spiritual vision
To wisdom, light and love
Without which incubation fails,
And shells turn brittle and break,
Oozing the gel of divine potential into the soil
Where consciousness seeks new seed.
But there are those who sit upright,
Eyes, ears, noses, tongues,
Genitals, rectums, hands and feet
Paralyzed during their hearts’ communion
Holding their lids wide open
To perceive beyond the stars.
Spiritual embryos, we are
Specially designed to reflect the Divine,
Perhaps five hundred million or more
Incubating on lands around the globe
Feeding on wisdom, light and love
Glowing within Spirit’s yolk,
Flowing through and through
Until the hatching of another Christed being
Further illumines the cosmic dream.
The earth, our mother,
Is not an absent parent,
Nesting us under her blue solar shade,
Nourishing us through her fields and streams,
Breathing with us through all things green,
Delighting us with her living spectacle
Of which we are an inseparable part,
Humbling us through wind and rain,
Fire and thunder,
Waves and quakes,
Parched and flooded fields,
Instructing us to abide by her laws
Of humility, cooperation and love of all,
For She is as much us as we are her.
God, our father,
Forever the masterful player,
Hide and seek His entertaining game,
Undiscoverable by the organs of an egg,
Transcendent in His supreme domain,
Untouchable to our reaching fingers,
Unapproachable to our searching feet;
We cannot see, hear, taste or smell Him,
Nor consume, digest and excrete Him.
But discern Him we can
With our soul’s open eye,
And discover Him we must
If we are to hatch from our shells,
Ecstatically liberated,
Knowing all selves as the One
Without beginning or end.