Escape the Illusion

"Song of The Rock People"
by TwoHawk Speaking for Lone Eagle

You sit under a pine tree thinking of someone like me,
A twig in one hand, blown by wind from the sea
A pine needle falls and touches your hair. There is no one here, you say?
Ah! But your pebbled heart is there. You came in silence, you came in prayer
We can see it in your face.

We are all around you. Go ahead, pick one of us up.
You seem to know the meaning of Grace.
But can you feel me in your heart, your face, your hand?

I'm The Rock of Your Salvation, too, can you hear my voice?
Can you feel My Presence Divine? Or wasn't that your choice?
I am neither pretty or showy, just an ordinary bloak, but I can be found.
I'm much different than the other pebbles among the greenest blades of grass.
I am everywhere above and below All-hallowed ground.
I AM Hallowed Ground I and dirt are one!

It all depends on how you see me.
If your heart is wise I am at your beck and call.
If your ego is too big, through the cracks you will fall.
But the wisdom and strength behind me is never tiny or small
( Do you know who I am yet?)

Although I'm seldom honored, in a mighty storm I can keep
The Pine Trees standing firm and tall

I can roll like thunder down the mountains, too, when The River's Daughter puts out Her call.
I am also a Friend of The Grass People The Little Hopper and The Frog

Moving mountains is also my strength. Yet I can be very happy lying here under a log.
I bet you didn't know a part of me is right under your knee.
You see, My Mother, Father and I are one, One Rock of Salvation,
All the little pebbles on your Path Under The Sun
Just like the one you hold now in your hand
All are part of Me. Little Divine Me, yet also Little Brother, like you, an ordinary Man.

I'm The Ground on which you stand whether you love me or love me not
A Haven amidst the dust and the dirt of The Human Plan Lost.
Dark and dingy, yet rough little diamonds informing Wisdom
That harbours Earth Mother's enduring Love.
I am The Mighty Spirit of simple ordinary Truth
The Voice of All-Holy MountainsThe Home of The Brave turned loose

I am inside Grand Father Sun's heart to boot!
You know, all those irritating little pebbles you think are in your way, in your shoe?
Every dirty little part(icle) of me as well as those in you, elusive, unique.
Some parts of us are colored red or brown, others gray and bleak
Yet all The Rock People are your brothers and sisters. And we have a right to stay where we lay,
Yet some of us need help along the way.

So when you stumble upon A Rock Brother lying on Your Path whether it be Human or not
Don't just let it lay. Pick it up tenderly and ask it what it might need today.

Some rocks have been here forever. Pebbles are Our remains
Once we were able to walk your talk.
That's why We can sing about The Ancient Teaching Rocks from the chordless, endless refrain.

So, if in or out of love for Me you pick me up and put me in your pocket
Take me home with you, home-to-heart. Please remember this in our honor:
Paying attention to ALL of your Brothers and Sisters on The Path,
Whether human, animal, plant, insect or rock.
You and I will become One together: The Beautiful Children of The Loam.

Our Dear Mother Earth.
Together we will roam Her Land forever without any shame.
Whether some of Us are blemished, chipped, covered or defamed
This kind of love will surpass all of Space, all of This Sacred Time.
Lay me beside Your Sacred Memories as you would a chalice upon a shrine
I will grow with you into sparkling crystal or to ruby so fine.
What touches me most is that I wasn't either of those
When you first met me. However, you picked me up anyway.

I want to say this: You cared for me tenderly
As dull and brown as I am you cherish me still.
You have The Knowing, My Friend
A Heart of Love, An Open Mind with an Open Will
Eager for The Waiting, patient and calm
Together we can embrace The Essence of Time.
I suspected you would come my way sooner or later and find me.

Wherever you go now, with love for The Little Pebble People inside,
You will come to know what I know
Like two pieces of a broken Heart, down The Rivers of Life we will go.
To The Ocean Womb of The River's Daughter on the outgoing tide.
We three now fit perfectly together in time. That is art!
No longer hiding like little snakes in the grass.
Now aglow, one pebble, one river, one hand filled with light,
Free to pass wherever we wander.
I am grateful for you,
My devoted Rock-brother.

Hand in hand let us now head straight to The Promised Land.
With Me in your pocket And Truth on your back , we will find great Joy together
Where Red Road Knows Nothing nor has no lack.
Gray Sorrow turns to Clear Joy on Ancient Great Red Stone Spirit Path.
Strung with tears the hidden signs will silently say:

"Great Nature Rock Brother loves Little Nature Lost Lover Forever"

"Now our love for each other WILL last forever, brown, blue, gray, white or black."
Never forget, Mother Earth and Father Sky's love for us is forever, too,
Regardless if you believe it or not. That's a fact!
It was The First Act, and it will be The Last Act, if it should ever occur.

Aho!