find yourself a smooth stone to hold

find yourself a nice quiet corner

pick a time late at night (light a candle)

or early early in the morning

read the poem

This poem is absolutely NOT to be read on the train, in traffic, at work, when the tv is on..

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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