Earth Deities

a poem

Deep in the land, all dreamers sleep.
The body and its hoarse demands are quieted,
are calmed alike to death,
alike to clay
so now the wonderer's soul and heart are free
to play their frightful and delightful play.

Deep in the land, all dreamers sleep.
Echoes of the eons then awake
with trembling whisperings,
with reverberating shouts of joy and pain,
to tell again the long long story
of all living here
between our earth and sky.

Deep in the land, all dreamers sleep.
What is the body, what the clay?
What are the living mind and soul,
if not the timeless true self-weaving tale?

Deep in the land, all dreamers sleep.