The Pebble...a poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
My heart is a pebble, cast upon a glistening primordial pond,
and wherever it lands the ripples radiate to the edges of the world,
the impact immeasurable, the ripples too numerous to count,
eventually receding as if to slowly tuck my heart in its serene watery bed.
Once apart of this pond I become whole in my belonging,
surrounded by a billion pebbles in blissful release,
side by side, gently rocked by the currents,
and immersed in the pristine flow of creativity.
From here we radiate our true nature to the shores of existence,
nestling with pebbles of every shape colour and form,
surrendering to the currents and movements of circumstance,
having found our rightful place.
In time a heart becomes smooth,
weathered from the currents of living, the gentle and harsh torrents,
that define a heart to be open and accepting in life,
always sharing the possibilities of circumstance with those of ilk.
Love has no rules, no destination, no parameters,
simply the giving of itself its only purpose,
and those initial ripples can be infinite, without end or direction,
affecting life in its entirety.
My heart is a pebble,
and I want nothing more than to be where I belong.
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