The Islands

The islands seem afloat in the sea So have they been through the ages Yet they have not gone on a journey Even as they are bombarded with waves When a tempestuous storm rage They are anchored at the deepest level At the bed of the ocean floor Where mainland and island are stayed And connected as one massive body That is the generous, loving Mother Earth Individual human beings are islands In the vast sea of Infinite Expression Discrete as we perceive them in vision Yet firmly held as one great mass At the deepest level of our origin In the indescribable Cosmic Assemblage Where there exist no iota of disparity As it does happen with shallow humanity Arise all ye chelas of the Truth And embrace the verdure of your nature