Skipping stones at water's edge
slows heart, and mind,
and existence
to a pace
in which
one can
examine
the workings
of the soul…
Immersed in thought,
with the steady plink
of smooth stone on surface,
a calm befalls
the inner being
and time unwinds
in concentric circles…
Lost, ever lost in the mundane
trappings of living, we miss
connecting with ourselves…
but ah, how easily
a small pebble is able
to awaken in
the human heart
a time long departed
and revive the person
much too readily
forgotten