Whispering Stones - Poem by JJ Evendon
Great sarsens stand silent, like warriors.
Awaiting battle, awaiting orders.
On the passing of the shortest night,
they become sanctified with the coming of the new light.
It is this cosmic signal which re-awakens their dormant spirit
marking the arrival of the longest day, releasing the power that's held within it,
As their long dark shadows shorten and then slowly fade away,
they draw upon the elements - earth, water, air and fire – to come into play.
For millennia their synchronicity was of equal form,
to become 'Spirit' – the fifth element – set by the solstice dawn.
So, as the sun rises and warms crystals within each stone,
they excite and vibrate to produce a humbled tone
The sound - which cannot be heard - opens a portal to the mind
releasing energy and wisdom of the purest kind.
So, if you seek vision and understanding,
hug a stone and listen - you may just hear a gentle whispering!
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