- Stone Love
I fell in love long ago with sacred geometry or was it geology. Throughout the expression of time modern society came to hunger for diamonds that would be created through pressure not as rare as rubies, but still just as sought after. Colors compressed into gemstones. Smooth as glass. Iridescent too. Light Refraction. All we would come to worship in an attempt to escape and express a temporal love that would try to impersonate infinity.
Properties that would become an obsession in man’s attempt to heal a wounded heart. So we then looked to other precious stones like rose quartz or malachite, blue lapis, carnelian remnants of ancestors of the past like Egyptians, Jade from our Asian Brethren, and Turquoise worn by our South American Sisters. All in an attempt to sooth a broken heart and spirit.
We pay homage to an earth we love and like to take from without any intention of repayment. We wonder and awe at the natural beauty, yet we still look for answers to human ailments we don’t understand.
Ailments that the most advanced pharmacies can not cure. While we were focused on curing cancer, aids, and diabetes it was love that we needed most. Hate, racism, and greed we realize that no medicine can cure. Yet, we still search the ends of the earth, inside and out; not afraid to venture to the greatest depths of the sea beyond the Mariana Trench traveling to the outer limits of the universe to find a cure we are unable to see lives in the core of the human heart. We are the cure, but like the humans we are we will always look outside before we look within. Stone love is all we possess. We are stubborn, we are hungry, and thirsty to wake, knowing that our hearts are as hard as stone.