Stone

Turning my eyes to the stone, I can only imagine how young it is. Its years are a path connecting the profound mystery of the Origin with future promise.

Touched by these masses of nobility, I am taught the changing dimensions and fluidity of time. I am tutored in purity.

As a mere mortal, I initially feared changing the outward appearance of the stone. Stone promptly taught me that its radiant spirit is independent of shape. The shape merely makes its spirit apparent. This inner pattern does not weaken or break with physical changes. Stone is, as is everything, constantly in transit. In order for its power to continue unmarred, respect must be ones tool.   

This is my path. I never chose to work with stone. I was not asked and did not ask. It is always a privilege.

In the process of altering the shape of the mass I am a tool following a creator, a path to a goal. Stones invite their forms. On the way is a lesson, a lesson in compassion, in soft, loving power. This power is both noble and omnipresent.

Slowly the shape sheds its cover to the point of clarity. The energy is released, the statement is made.

The stone remains eternally majestic. I remain eternally grateful for yet another lesson.       

                                                                     Sarah Wasserstrum