THE WAY OF STONES
Is a great river,
And you are one of a million billion stones
To roll and tumble,
Together and apart.
The river will move you at Her will,
Guiding and protecting.
But you will resist…
For that is the way of stone.
You begin rough and edgy,
Fused to the tension of the heartstrings
And Attached to the mountain,
Rooted and Unmoving.
But the Universe will have her way!
And grief and fear will chisel at you,
Until you can do nothing else,
But let go and be
Only hang precariously
From one precipice
You are propelled into the flow!
Released by the All that is everything
That which loves you most.
But we forget – For that too is the way of the stone…
Rocked by circumstance and suffering,
Each impacting your solid self,
You cannot help but resist!
Resistance is diminished.
One by one,
The solid heavy pieces of yourself,
The ones you thought you really needed,
Crumble easily away.
In this only – there is no choice.
Sometimes quickly – Sometimes slowly,
You become stranded at times,
Cornered by other stones.
Until you see that they are not your way,
And you finally surrender to the call of the river.
Now your edges have beveled away,
And you are LIGHT!
You begin to maneuver with ease,
Wallowing in your new found freedom,
And in a final CRACK!
You shudder and open,
A tiny pebble now reduced to
An ethereal sparkle – perfect and unhindered,
You are moved gently onto the shore,
Only to find yourself
Building castles in the sky.
And there – your soul is released
Into the All that you are.