Always Coming Home
This Stone From the Serpentine heyimas of Telina-na; by Wordriver
by Ursula Le Guin. {Illustrated by Margaret Chodos-Irvine }
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He went looking for a road
that doesn't lead to death.
He went looking for that road
and found it.
xxxxxxIt was a stone road.
He walked that road
that doesn't lead to death.
He walked on it awhile
before he stopped,
xxxxxhaving turned to stone.
Now he stands there on that road
that doesn't lead to death
not going anywhere.
He can't dance.
xxxxxFrom his eyes stones fall.
The rainbow people pass him
crossing that road, long-legged, light-stepping,
going from the Four Houses
to the dancing in the Five Houses.
xxxxxThey pick up his tears.
This stone is a tear
from his eye, this stone
given me on the mountain
by one who died before my birth,
this stone, this stone.
via and interconnected
1 comment:
crying tears. stone... earth watered.... we all know the stone that lies in the human heart. Eating a peach pit and this tree begins to grow within. It's roots tear one up like a cement sidewalk. What to do.. Human existence. All these stones of a zen garden. And I can't dance tonight.
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