​Among the stones today, I realized so much of my life remains virginal.  Pure, unexplored, blank canvas clean opportunities – awaiting my hand, mouth, heart to travel their invitations and enlightenments.  Above the crust.

Among the stones, gray soldiers a’row silent senators convened by various ends, bid solemn tiding:  ideas brought here do not flourish; the goal, to finish one’s tour empty.  Not depleted but filled by life, and emptied into it.  Less to bury.  Below the crust.
Among the stones today, a vow so strong and voracious rose ancient and wild.  Waste no further time in worry over that which I truly have no control; love full and wholehearted whomever strikes that chord, and live that same way:  largely without sheepish quieting of my Self to please others.  Loud among the living…and among the stones.
Dar Dawson 2017