Lindy in Colorado (1998) picking up a beautiful rock
I have always loved the natural
beauty of
pebbles and stones and rocks.
Oh how they sparkle in brilliant sun.
How enduring the quality of stability.
Lasting....Everlasting
I collect these pebbles and rock during travels
I also collect and place rocks with great care
around my home and create flower beds
lined with extra pretty hand picked stones.
Rocks
Cold and innate
Oh so cold to the touch
as I clutch it close to my breast
to feel the heat of my body
radiating warmth to outer layers.
Smooth...oh so smooth
as my fingers envelope and encase
this heartless but wondrous rock
Free. Free to those who can see
and envision the marbling and lines
as symbols of ancient beginning and end,
Universe unfolding in ageless splendor untold.
I feel power of forever in these humble rocks.
I multiply...and envision a majestic mountain
with peaks jutting into the heavens during one eon,
then collapsing into the fiery water of the sea.
I sit by the side of a river or stream
and listen to the gently flowing water bubble over,
while reflecting the spectacular glints of color.
Bubbling steams enhanced by the beauty
below their surface..layers of radiant pebbles.
Lost...my soul wallows in time suspended
as my eyes glaze with feelings of wonder,
lost in timeless revelry.
Millions of years...millions of rocks.
Secrets....secrets known only to the universe
lie hidden in the center of the lowly stone.
Tell me your secrets. Please let me in.
Who would see such beauty in a stone..
..a lustrous blue stone standing now all alone...
Why do I implore...of a God unknown
when looking into this half stone...
What?
Why?
Who?
Where?
How?
Tell me now....Tell me now?
I sit in simple silence
stone in my hand,
and listen for an answer
which will never come.
Rocks hold their secretes.
Stones never talk.
Forever.
Lindy Jo Jones
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