Smokes and Stones

The river flows

The wind blows

The tree grows

On the river’s bank

Who knows

How old

It may grow

What shows

On the surface

Hides deep


The river’s bed

Find a stone

Sit alone

This is home

For we’re from water

And water’s in us

The sky meets a stranger

Earth turns away

On the river’s bank

Life happens

Emotions deepen

Souls soar

Eyes wander

Endless wonders

A drop of water

From heavens

Touches a stone

Makes it smoother

Clouds aren’t patches

Of smoke

They can soak

A whole town

Up and down

With the spirit of life


Falls down

Runs down

Rises up

Changes change

Challenges time

Fills any space

With grace

Feel that miracle

In you

Let it take you

Let it  free 

What’s been locked

Sit on a stone


On the river’s bank

Close your eyes

See the sky

And never shy

From being you

Just like water

It never stops to ask:

Who am I?

It knows

It flows

And that’s life…


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2 Responses to Smokes and Stones

  1. Vince says:

    Apologies, previous comment posted with the wrong email address, I own and request that you please remove the header image used without permission.

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