35. Sparrow and Stone

Sometimes I feel
like a sparrow in a storm,
hurled like a leaf,
helplessly,
searching for sanctuary,
any shelter I can find,
and finding none, struggle on.
I am small but I am brave,
and no matter what happens,
I always remember,
I can fly.

Sometimes I feel
like a smooth river-stone,
deep in the riverbed
hidden and safe,
and the river flows over me
cold and clean,
and carries the earth’s wild life.
Whether it floods,
or trickles, or torrents,
here at the bottom, there is peace
and grace.
Golden sunlight
glittering on the water,
lovingly kisses the river’s face,
and all of Life
rushes joyously along,
as I rest for a while
in this sacred place.

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