I feel the stone
and through the stone the earth
and my past
and my future
as I am grounded in my present
in the ridges and hollows
are the rise and fall of my heart
as I live out my destiny
to tell of the stone
to tell of the earth
to tell of the journey
my journey on the surface of the stone
I am but a dust mote
pitched from place to place
on the whim of the wind
I scatter some seeds of poems
to be carried on the beaks of birds
to be mixed in the whispers of the wind
for the one who will hear my message
and come to me bearing treasure
the treasure of truth
in that one line
of love
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NOTES
Really you need to have your hand on a stone of some sort when you read this poem, take a moment let your mind mesh with the stone and its memories....
I have this stone which is with me always and is there with strong silent support when I need it most, is there a stone in your life ? ;-) ..this poem is to the stone, the stone... long live the stone....hail to the stone.
