BURSTING BUBBLES FOR PEACE

A poem for meditators and yogis

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.

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