LITTLE STONE
I held a little granite stone
in my hand
this morning.
It spread warmth and peace
told about all it met.
Vast oceans, sands and light;
All compressed so very tight.
Matters from ground and sea
all telling us, about silence
about stillness that speaks;
About love.
The little stone spread energy
through my hand and mind.
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