Stone, one of the oldest things there is, I am talking about natural stones of course that can be found as part of nature, part of rocks, mountains, edges, cliffs, caves, caverns, lakes
Stones are grounded, they can be seen as beings, its a mystery what mystery the stones hold inside. I am fortunate having part of a stony hill edge at the back of my house, I often wonder if it is this part of the house that gives me inspiration for some of my poetry. Just today I found this beautiful poem that was part of an email update of a news letter I follow.
this is a very inspiring video about stones by the charming and wonderful Karen Ward
watch it here https://youtu.be/G3T-H0eOJFs
Go inside a stone
That would be my way.
Let somebody else become a dove
Or gnash with a tiger's tooth.
I am happy to be a stone.
From the outside the stone is a riddle:
No one knows how to answer it.
Yet within, it must be cool and quiet
Even though a cow steps on it full weight,
Even though a child throws it in a river;
The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
I have seen sparks fly out
When two stones are rubbed,
So perhaps it is not dark inside after all;
Perhaps there is a moon shining
From somewhere, as though behind a hilló
Just enough light to make out
The strange writings, the star-charts
On the inner walls.
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