by Barbara Janelle M.A.

Species Link, Issue 44 Autumn, 2001

I was hiking along the Maine coast in August and paused in the woods next to a large rock. The rock was very insistent, demanding that I stay and listen instead of catching up with my companions.

Push on my flat, wide plane.

There is a hidden world within.

(the surface facing me was quite smooth and so I pushed)

Push..push harder!

Ah, you cannot reach

my inner world

through physical force.

Indeed, if you try,

one or both of us


So find a way to access

my deep world.

Become one with me.

Let your mind

go softly into me

Widening..become me.

Now touch my knowing, my being:

the door to wholeness.

All time is here

time becomes solid in your world.