Tuesday, April 30, 2013
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
But that which seemed important
Falls behind perspective’s shadow
And inner light shines meaning onto random, toppling stones