A stone is a stone, is a stone they say
I saw some precious ones today
Inviting me to pick them up
And lay them all together
In a circling way
And so made another labyrinth
In the core of a stony environment
A fireplace I found on the land
On which my feet do stand
In this moment
And I was there again in this nothingness
Always providing me with bliss
When looking at the creation
That emerged from my concentration
The process of Inspiration
Enjoyed in full contemplation
