Stones

I was sitting by the stones –
the bones of the earth –
the stones started to talk –
they told me the story of my birth –
and many ancient stories I needed to know –
so finally I was able grow –
and hear the call –
and make sense of it all –

I’m a link in a chain –
and nothing had been in vain –
but the chain twists around and tangles up at times –
a picture of confusing lines –
which lead back to the beginning –

it’s an unbroken chain –
and I’m holding on to it now –
as I’m sitting by the stones –
the bones of the earth –
staring into timeless space –
forgetting… and vaguely remembering –
that I have been here before –
(whispered) –
in another life –

Stones and Stories and a Skeagh Bush

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