Walking along broken cliff ledges
pondering each step jagged edges
remembering the people of the stones
waves breaking below, the ocean moans
comparing the words stone and rock
contemplating the intriguing paradox
wisdom echoes in the cove of my mind
stones have spirits, look and you will find
I recall a heart shaped stone, with a face
smiling at me, in cupped hands, I embraced
stones have spirits, mystics can sense them
hidden in time, unearthing one a rare gem
Peering over the cliff, stones softly sing to me
gathering them one by one, discovering the key
tuning into their vibration, I choose
carefully
vision forms, ancient relics, seeing with clarity
Nestled in hues of marbled gray, on solid rock
primitive spirit arises, gateway is
unlocked
gazing in amazement, at my wondrous creation
listening to a melody, I find inspiration
Japanese tea house
sanctuary for the soul
translating warm leaves
splashes of a summer day
sipping exotic moments
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walking winding cliffs
dragonflies resting, green leaves
enlightenment found
bird-songs, mystical waters
breathtaking visions
sharing with Poets United
This is a Japanese Tea House
found on the Cliffwalk in Newport RI
open your mouth taste the rain
feel life pulsating in your veins
molding our thoughts into words
to the song of the mocking birds
riding a magical spinning wheel
layers of ourselves slowly peel
once again dancing in syllables
believing in dreams and miracles
listening to songs of yesterday
open your eyes, take in the sights
ride a dragon into a starry night
shaping our hearts, we can feel
show me something that is real
pieces of sun, slices of moon
singing a tune in an ancient rune
in a tongue, that's never been sung
where a golden apple once hung
