I wish to be a stone
That all at once enters your thoughts
As natural as the earth beneath your feet
As necessary as the soil that brings life
As subtle as the trees that bring air.

For if I were a stone,
I would be immobile
I would be where you stumble
I would be heavy enough to weigh down your thoughts
But light enough to pick up and keep.

For a stone is solitary,
Lifeless, and Brilliant
and from its lack of movement
Able to remain steady
In the ocean that pours over.
I could remain that way
As a Stone, Or as a Dream.