Intently walking the empty shoreline
with faint reminders of empty fields
each stone or grain of sand unique
we listen to our internal voice
in choosing which will become the
stone garden we will build and tend to.
Some stones are quiet, content
with their place here.
Some stones jump or shine.
Still others sit with silent
illumination casting their energy
at your internal source to be
merged as one, manifesting
itself within you as a desire
to reach down and pickup that
Did you choose the stone
or did the stone choose you?