Monday, July 11, 2011



I have lived both hard and long
and found this world to be stoney.
I must become like stone to survive;
deep reaching for the ancient timeless things within,
patient and enduring, weathered and eroded by time,
yet unchanging in steadfastness.

But there have been patches of sunshine along my way.
And in some ways I must be like Sun;
blazing with clean anger at injustice,
intense, hotly burning,
striding South through Summer's long grasses,
a warrior afire yet loving.

Perhaps it is best to be like Sun On Stone;
warm intense unchanging toughness,
sculpted by Water and Wind
or Emotion and Circumstance,
and ever burning with a Ceaseless Fire,
in search of Enduring Truths.

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