Watching the stream caress the stones below,
my mind wanders to the yesteryears of my memories.
Ears perk up to the songs of old,
dances of those who came before us.
Water gurgles, sand moves as if to show us
the movement of time.
However slow, a stone moves an inch a month
but movement prevails.
The stones remember; the water sings
but do our ears truly hear
the mysteries of the songs of those who danced before us?
Do we hear their wisdom?
Do we walk in their footsteps?
Or do we ignore the wisdom of the wise ones
and listen only to the chatter in our own heads?
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