Stone and Foundation I am of the green grass in Baltane time I am of the stars in the sharp cold of Imbolc I am the dream of flowers in Ostara's hour waiting, warming seeds, eyes blinking open I am the-forever-becoming a spinning whirling snake eating it's own tail creating from destruction Rock of fire, rock of time shapes of whirling early mind contort the fabric of earth all'round in this sacred circle found only silence, stilled the birds sunlight slant and shadow words on this center stone are heard whispers distant that will be learned I found you on a somber stroll I found you though I did not seek you, no I found you like a treasure lost and here I sit, student, upon the moss I fought my way here, in mud worn hiking boots I lost my way here, tripping over roots no direction, no need, just discovery made I sought an escape from my homemade mundane The sky held a storm at bay charcoal dark, splattering rai
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