Underneath

Underneath. Underneath. Underneath.
Underneath it all is the All.
All calls to me…She beckons.
She waits with the infinite Patience of the One who created Time itself
So that Her Love can unfold and Embrace the All.

Underneath. Underneath. Underneath.
Underneath there are the first stirrings of the unceasing work
Of the earthworms of my consciousness.
Boring through the still-fertile soil of my Mind,
They leave only Light in their wake.

Underneath. Underneath. Underneath.
Underneath Love Itself.
Yearning to be raised from Her deep slumber.
Awakening the dearest Jewel of a Divine Understanding.
The true substance of Eternity.