Published 20/12/2010 at 1920 × 1080 in tear down this house
Meditations on Stones (Chris Hoffman, poet)
On the steppingstones of days
we cross the great stream.
Stones are sanctuaries
in which time is a well-kept secret.
Envy: the stone in the belly.
Raindrops on a sun-warmed stone__fragrance!
Each stone–just the right shape.
Listen__the prayers that stones make
in the stream.
Love to you, Kim…and do go and see the abladar or swaying stones in Muxia…”told” of innocence or guilt in the dark times…but really they stand and sway in the wind…steadfast, yet responsive to the elements
22/12/2010 at 19:26
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