Walking my stone labyrinth again
Attentive to every step
Admiring the stones one by one
And then.....
The insight came that every stone
Is a labyrinth on its own
Each forming a little drop
Adding to the whole
Playing all their very specific role
And my eye fell on one
Forming the perfect cape
To turn into a reflection
Of its own shape
The matching form was found
By just looking around
And build it all in symmetry
A mirror of divine infinity
It lies there, perfectly fitting
In the wholesome knitting
Each drop filling me
With gratitude to be
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I see where I stand as the ground is below
I walk so humble every step that I know
As I advance to the next stone there within
I note my steps start all over again
But I keep this stride in perfect tone
The last one that I stand with is under me the centered stone
enjoy my Dearest Mieke(+)
Dom*:)xo----{--@
Beautiful! Thanks for this poetic reaction dear Dom. Poetry from the soul :)
sure thing Mieke,you are welcome always(+)
Dom*:)xo---{--@
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