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
