Do Si Do Your Partner

I hold three magic rocks, in My hand. Rolling them over and over and over leaving this reality far behind. Amber, golden, polished, yet flawed and fecund, a dollop of honeyed sunshine, light and pulse, surrounds the remnants of wing and limb. Opalescent egg of rainbow and pearl, chill and slippery; the second shape crosses the surface of the amber sun, warily and with grace. Turquoise mottled and marbled with veins of ocean blue and pastoral green the third rock spins around and between the globes of white and gold. Life writhes. My eyes pierce the depth of ocean and atoms of hydrogen cling to singular atoms of oxygen positive and negative charges mirror the Earthly psyche of Yin and yang. Within the amber ball hydrogen dances with helium. Electron clouds orbit proton cores, just as the three globes spin round in the palm of the Universe, Do Si Do ing with the uncharged, seemly barren, third opalescent egg which mirrors the neutron in a molecular night. Far below on the turquoise marble, man looks skyward into the MY All Seeing Eye of God. Then into his own palm where the dance continues.