The Stone
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.
UNKNOWN POET
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