the cold rock that yet rang...
numen

New Age

As had other mystics before me, I meditated upon the nature of being, and the spirit of the Earth began to manifest itself to me.
I stared up into purple night skies, felt the earth between my toes, touched the cold rock that yet rang with a psychic rhythm.
I blew bubbles and contemplated the rainbows within, searching for a way to become one with the Universe.
I took to wearing a crystal about my neck.

the cold rock that yet rang...
supernatural

© 1999 Helen Whitehead