My brain is muddled and so when I go to walk the lake’s path, in my pocket I carry five stones. With each journey around the lake a stone is moved from one pocket to the other. I no longer have to doubt myself with a ‘was that two or three?’ As I walk, I draw to those upon my heart, the ripples and breeze dancing upon the lake and grass, tickling the leaves, and the mountain rising as I crest the hill.
Sometimes I get miffed, when the last stone has joined the others and I am making my way up the hill that is my reward, when suddenly I realize I have forgotten someone or some need. As if I only had one shot to speak to the Sweet Hands of Life, and they will go untended. And so, I now carry a sixth stone in the pocket of my heart. It is simple and passes from my heart to the Sweet Hands of Life, after I have whispered, “So shall it be.” A simple phrase…”Absent no soul from the light.”
And if you should see this simple little scrich of my heart, though I know not your name. Know that this little stone “Absent no soul from the light” bears your name.
"In Lak' ech".... you are my other me