Tao Tectonics

I am Magma. I am of the Earth, created in a furnace that I did not ignite. I am found at mountaintops and ocean depths, Hot springs and black smokers. The furnace at my core is my guide. It generates the Force through which I flow, Uniting me with the Earth, Its Beings, and myself. It thrums in me, forcing me forward. Sporadically I spew forth in great, frothy flumes. Most often I ooze, ever up and out and back upon myself, Recreating my features, my history, my gifts. I am becoming an island, A place to visit and sing songs of celebration or lamentation. With sheltering places to heal and hope, And salty, sugar beaches to dance upon and shout in joy. Some may come, simply to hear my song. My duty is to be here – vibrating, shifting, yielding, demanding, Yet always here, welcoming my visitors. Listening to the sighs and songs of spirits, Acknowledging the teardrop and the raindrop, Making way through the mantle, that others may find their way. Beginning an archipelago of Spirit, a landmark of Honor, Where travelers find Succor, Enrichment, and Love.