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
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