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It Was
Diaphanous
In
its stillness Rock resides.
I
yearn to be Rock.
Its
fire cooled form is a history of crystallization
Mine
is a history of change—forming and shape-shifting.
Rock
allows the cool creek currents to caress and embrace its hardness.
Each
moment passes and I try to surrender.
Reflections
surround Rock expressing what is or what isn’t
Yet
that which is reflected stands as a sentinel over its presence.
My
reflections are built of light and shadow and brushed with iridescence
Yet
a Great Mystery guides me as I reflect Its omnipresence.
It
was diaphanous but I felt it
Rock
and I are One.
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