Walking Among the Stones

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It’s the brush of light,

The soft touch of a warm

Descent upon stone.

The narrowing of the path

That marks the passage

Of human forms.

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Lives lived one by one,

Through the gravitational pull of desires

On a planet of dreams.

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They too once laughed and cried

And now?

Where are all those human be-ings?

The earth has caressed their bones,

Worms have emancipated their sorrows.

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Today this body moves and

Walks among the stones,

Reading the names.

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And the next moment?

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This living, breathing form

Will also lie down,

Into the caress of disintegration.

Into a wondrous change

The mind cannot know.

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LOVE has been there all along…

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A simple life unfolding moment by moment
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4 Responses to Walking Among the Stones

  1. marga t. says:

    what a perfect collection of words!

  2. Theresa says:

    In the end (which is another beginning), it is always about love… Your words are beautiful.

    • smallpebbles says:

      HI Theresa! Wondered how that post would be received, if the underlying silence would resonate…..thanks for responding, and yes, L O V E …Always…

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