Stone in my pocket
Teach me to carry
Tumbled fingertips
Worn smooth
On rough edges
Stone in my pocket
Teach me to be still
To gather sunshine
Disperse darkness
Stone in my pocket
The silence is calm
Slide through the water
Straight to the bottom
Landing quiet
A little dust kicked up
And then eternity
In peace
*silence stillness – rocks. Rocks can teach us how to be patient, absorb sunlight, radiate peace.
How to be silent even when our hearts are howling . I have sat on our front stairs, and felt the sun warm my soles from beneath. Stored heat leaving the stone, entering me.
Rocks are overlooked for their plain appearance and stillness yet they are an integral part of the natural world.
Mountains are built from rock, our entire planet orbits because of it. And sometimes people are our rocks too. Without them, we must find our own internal strong places and then enforce them so we can remain smooth.
If you are flung into internal chaos of tumultuous feelings and emotion, the very best place you can find yourself is on the surface of a rock to sit. The spine becomes an extension of that ancient surface, straightening, you will find anchor in this spinning world.
Peace.
