Sacred Flow Arts
SACRED FLOW ARTS: Balancing Body, Mind, and Spirit

Musings

Last night stones sang me

to sleep, their soft, haunting lullabies

surrounded by the dust of

my ancestors’ bones, melodies

older than the redwood’s lofty

poem, the mountain’s

star-kissed cheek.

 

I tried to stay awake, hold

their words like a baby bird

in my cupped palm,

but their ancient harmonies lulled

me and slipped soundlessly

through my fingers like

smooth, wet river rocks.

 

Tonight I wait for stones to again

sing me to sleep, aching

for their secrets to awaken

my remembering.

 

Maybe then I can finally

find my way home

PoetryPaula MartinComment