Hop past that stone
To skip to the next
(Jump, stress, race)
Seeking forever a new one to face.
Counting the stones
To move to the next
(Hop, skip, face)
Never enough those stones that I chase.
Eyeing ahead
To look past the next
(Count, move, chase)
Blinded as ever to the path that I trace.
Stopping at one
To see my own place,
(Eye, look, trace)
Vision in stillness I start to embrace.
Standing in current
To feel my own space
(Stop, see, embrace)
Restful in knowing there’s no need to press.
Playing in turning
To grow from my base
Learning at last how the now stone to grace.
Notes From Afar 