Monday, May 28, 2012

no poem

no poem
no song
no ritual
captures the simple beingness of a stone 
let alone a mountain of stone

but let the stone write the poem 
let the mountain sing in your heart
let the rituals fall like gentle rain to nourish the gods
 inside every stone 
and every mountain
let your soul rise above the mountain 
above the rain
above the clouds
the journey home requires no effort
only willingness to release your claw like grip
on the familiar ground 

then the stone speaks unspeakable truth
then the mountain fills your heart with a silent song
of peace
and rituals sprout wings of surrender in your soul
and you arrive