Sitting with questions.
Answers elude me.
Thoughts creep in and escape.
Stillness comes.
Centeredness is here.
I sit and learn stillness from the rocks.
Waters roar, rocks stay seated.
Silent and accepting as still waters kiss them.
Flowing fountains rape them.
Time shapes them.
Imprint Beauty.
Imprint Destiny.
As they sit forever silent.
Unmoving.
Resting.
With questions.
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