The Way of the Stones
Virginia wanted a room of her own,
a place to go so as not to be disturbed by
the elusive something shapeshifting
her inner world.
I too want a room of my own so
not to be weighed down by
someone putting their stones
in my pockets as I travel to the depths.
To travel the depths, there is no need
of oxygen but there is a need for humility
so that when you rise, you come out wiser, not better.
The closer you get to the event horizon,
. . . the stronger will be the pull.
Take care not to forget the result of this
great experiment called life.
For there is one Stone
you never want to remove.
The stone the Old Man told of
in his garden where the Fey still linger
because he built it for them.