A Small Stone: Jan 17, 2012

sitting in the midst of shadow and light

after

three chimes—silence

rests between

expansion and contraction

beneath the surface of the surf-sound 

riding breath 

one wave into the next

a tide of thoughts drifts in and out leaving

pebbles and shells, stands of story, translucent green glass

to reflect upon later

scattered across a grace-space of softness 

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continue sitting on zafu 

crescent morning

moon

three chimes more—unfold

legs slowly stand on hardwood

well sanded worn smooth

winter cold shock for feet bare

awakens stark clarity and

presence

no footprints just memory

remains

hineni 

here 

i

am

Perhaps not such a small stone today, sometimes the words just keep coming, like the breath or waves on the shore.

~Real Toads~

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