Spirit Walk

How long have you tumbled
Small, smooth, and sand-colored
Turning over and under
While each surge carries you closer to your destiny?

How many lifetimes since you were sun-warmed and dry,
As you passed through fathoms and eons just to end up in my hand?

Ego-drunk and life-blind
I might have stepped right over you
Unseeing

But that which seemed important
Moments ago
Falls behind perspective’s shadow
And inner light shines meaning onto random, toppling stones