no poem

no poem

no song

no ritual

captures the simple beingness of a stone 

let alone a mountain of stone

but let the stone write the poem 

let the mountain sing in your heart

let the rituals fall like gentle rain to nourish the gods

 inside every stone 

and every mountain

let your soul rise above the mountain 

above the rain

above the clouds

the journey home requires no effort

only willingness to release your claw like grip

on the familiar ground 

then the stone speaks unspeakable truth

then the mountain fills your heart with a silent song

of peace

and rituals sprout wings of surrender in your soul

and you arrive

here

nirmala