LOVERS OF STONE.

On Saturday, April 5 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

The world is full of an interminable turnover of

megamonumental drama, or so we're led to believe. So much so, that i'm often at a loss to know what to write about.

However, when any emergent trend totally predominates, it by definition becomes the background for its antithesis to emerge out of. So take heart, endings are never final.

When every last tree has been counted and computerized (earth forbid) to monitor that they are growing as they should, something unprecedented will emerge out of the wood,

(the wood which couldn't be seen because trees were in the way). Who knows, it might even have hooves and horns.

Since 'The News', tells us what's important to think about for a day or two, i'll focus therefore on something of no importance whatsoever, something trivial, of no apparent consequence.

Then the question arises by itself; 'what is trivial?' Are small things more trivial than big ones? Like, is an ant trivial? The short answer would have to be, NO.

There would be no big things if not for an infinity of little ones. A nuclear explosion for example. The seamless fabric of life. I'd leave it alone, might get something bigger than you bargained for, oops, too late!

Perhaps the only really trivial thing is a mind that regards anything as trivial. Except of course for 'The News', but that's just boring background.

With regard to 'the stuff of life itself', of no major significance whatsoever and apropos of nothing, on a fine market day a couple of years ago, a friend said to me, "I've got a megalith for you, it's in the back of the car. Do you want to have a look?"

He said, "It sort of fell off a cliff." I suppose they do that sometimes, i mused inwardly.

I mean, it wasn't particularly big. A sort of mini-megalith. Longer in length than wide in width but heavy enough for me not to carry it uphill with the shopping. So he delivered it for me.

Interesting shape though. It leaned beside my fireplace for some time. Another friend took a fancy to it and suggested i carve symbols into it for her. But i decided to keep it, and it leaned around in various corners of my garden for a long time.

After the sapling, dead in the centre of the circle mounded lawn 'lived' up to its description and was removed, having failed to get a grip or nourishment from compacted clay. I tended the small circle of earth, "in homage to soil."

(See 'Six Womandalas'- Martin Rainbowmaker, blog archive, October 2013.)

Simple signs created in the sacred sense of,

' i give thanks to everything, without which, nothing would be.' You know, 'trivial things of no consequence.'

Between rain showers subsequently deciding the centre was the place for the stone. Between further showers, going out again to turn it around, preferring one side to the other, (as if two sides of a rock were ever separate except in dualistic thought) and secured it firmly in place as a heavy shower gave it the seal of approval.

The mini-megalith, a focal feature in view from kitchen sink perspective in muse moments turning the tap and standing to sip tea. Gazing contemplative from the kitchen window. As you do, if you have a garden, a window, tea, and timelessness in which to gaze. The stone, slowly by imperceptible increment revealing the salient subjective image within rough surface contours.

But see for yourself, or see what you will. I see a female and a male, robed and wrapped in rapt embrace. Symbolic sentinel union of complementaries. Though you too will see just as you wish. Other images emerge with the changing light.

Subjectively the emergent symbol bodes well for inner union, balance, non-dual harmony of hemispheres. Especially observed lightly in right brain intuition, a receptive mind free of subvocal chatter and verbiage.

Then comes Spring! First, daisies, along with dandelions, then buttercups. Illuminating, enlivening the long lush green.

Never mind 'the news'

this stone stands firm

in the timeless

the centre will hold

even stone has a story.~

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Makes Rainbows.

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       LOVERS OF STONE, martin law, 2014