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Somewhere across the continent, it lies waiting
In a dark storage unit in the way-back
My most valued possession a living stone
If you don't feel that stones are alive,
Hold one sometime, and there is no better stone
To start with than one culled and polished from
The bed of the Narmada River in central western India,
Where meteors have collided and infused otherwordly
Material into "our own." Ha!
I dream of it and long to have it near
The frequency emanated enlivens
All of my nineteen and counting - senses
In a crystal bowl,
A bed of sand,
It stands. And stands
It's red eye, one
Evokes the sun.
Here on earth,
Worlds collide
Stone as bride
Washed in water, sacred
Sealed by fire, mated
Anointed by oils,
Breeze and sand
To have once again
Cradled by hands.
A dream until ten
and four years have passed
At last.