A poem: Oh rock, erode. Let water flow and grab hold and not let go as it passes by. Let minerals and stones break loose. Let particles slowly create a sediment. Oh rock be freed, your heart hidden within not a prison, but a given. Your soul not part of, but held within, your knowledge and wisdom still intact. Do not hold on. Sometimes sprinkles, sometimes monsoon, but let the rain fall. Cleansing condensation from above. Healing purity in the form of spheres dropping toward stones far below. Oh rock, don’t break. Let it go slowly. All in good time. You are shaped, molded, chiseled… not broken.
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 11:43:38 +0000
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