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This poem is part of my beach walking experience
how to love a rock
its a hard thing to love a rock
you need to receive it as gift spend time
commune
gaze
touch and stroke
its smoothness
and grooves
flaws and imperfections
hold and ponder
imbue the magic of its radiating warmth !
wait upon it
allow it to seize your senses
listen for its whisper
consider where it belongs
maybe to spin joyfully back out to sea maybe a memory of a beach walk
or friendship
to adorn your book shelf or garden
or a bonsai pot
for a miniature fig to claim as its own
if it doesn’t inspire
let it go