Choosing stones

Moving fingers gently touching

Smooth stones of ceramic

The thought in the quiet of silence rises



Sensing the warmth given

Laying below on colored cloth

Waiting to be read

To be heard.

Energy passes through

As words of translation read

Find me knowing it is what I expected to find

And the realization of a moment

One by one turned

Ancient oracle of yesteryear

Still manifesting in today

Still teaching the scholar

The path to walk

The spirit alive captured

In a sentence.