Water on Stone
Tracking my years like water on stone, drip.. drip.. drip.. the hardest places dissolve to sand as stone opens to the light beyond.
April 27, 2025
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Tracking my years like water on stone, drip.. drip.. drip.. the hardest places dissolve to sand as stone opens to the light beyond.
Bring me day in sunlit glory, vital earth and flowing tide. Bring me night, moonlit haunting, cry of owls and stars in flight. Bring me
Warm before the fire I watch trees flower and gray valley skies soften in growing light. Neither cold nor hot in the changing time, winter
Pulled from the morass, I see evergreens in the distance and messages of earth alive in fading blooms of the plum. Quiet before the mystery,