Stones

This stone
On top of that stone
On top of this stone
On top of that stone
Until reality is rebuilt

When the edifice collapses
Which stones are the ones
To carry the load?
To put at the root
To support the others?
The foundation upon which
The brother and sister moments
Can rely?

Yes, reality is made of stones
The petrified remains
Of the journey
All that is now
In this moment
Rests on the strength
Of the rest of this life
And the mysterious blessing
Of the others
Who have travelled with me
And who left a stone or two
As gifts
Behind

Advertisements

About strongchest

Initiated Man
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s