Adobe

Adobe

Before Eve’s dawn of an era on Gaia

Lilith and Adam formed the roots of our walks,

together out of the mud

hardened into one love’s dream of life,

relinquishing whole power to hierarchy,

they sat out the dance of balance

The old ones dug and worked and formed it

The clay pots, heavy holding vessels ready to contain

Walking among those who feel

profound, solid, unmoving certainty down in the bones         

The container is open only where it’s open,

and moved with care it won’t crack or shatter

Respect its form or it resists all movement

The humans formed the mud back into

Goopy gods and goddesses

deep damp Venuses,

receiving branches and rocks and limbs,

anything that falls in

A softer warmer quicksand

shoving your face into the earth,

releasing it to breathe

then back in, through the roots’ bottoms

to the fiery core

Here awakened strands of

alive adobe emanate flexible from every pore,

breathing softly in your ear with the tides of earth’s waters,

dancing with creatures’ feet,

tickling an angled wing

Embracing fallen trees and

pooling in the leaves

Sliding down rock mudfalls

moving heartbeats through arroyos

opening bubbles of air in the rapids

basking in the sun to a more solid stillness

perfectly ecstatic constantly changing forms and

thriving with aliveness

Still in form,

Still moist

Pure solid and still yielding

Building an ever-moving morphing home

Refreshing form in each moment
into a whole