Bud

Within a secret pocket in the rockside wilderness, There lay a gem of iridescent crystalline spectacularity. A swollen bubble Of earth-potency, the exuding moist wetness Of another dimension, frozen in time. It tosses forth salacious light Reflecting-refracting the deep receiving The slow motion erotix of minerals growing To express something So very solid. An utterance from the dream In materialisation Study so sturdy in its divine apparition, Humble, unasking fanfares of glamourisation Simple there simply there Taking up space It's courtly adviser The great interdependence of environment Flowing in devout co-nurturance (Ever unhindered by doubting thought) That what you are becoming, will become. Because that's the way it happens. And there is no retort.