The Journey Of Life's Smooth Stone

The cool smooth stone,

Nestled in the palm of your hand,

It’s weight no heavier than an iPhone,

To be placed on the bed of soft fine grain sand.

A stone painted in midnight hues,

Among the shimmering grains painted in almond-gold,

The life of sand sings smoothly, under the sky’s soft blues,

Cast away your worries of old.

Meander softly,

In the crisp smooth sandy beach,

Navigate swiftly past the stones so strong,

As life’s obstacles always have something to teach.

Bask in the sand as it glides through your toes,

Whispering tales from the sea,

As soft as a caress from a silk scarf that bestows,

Leaving rose-like bumps along your milky neck.

Gracefully curve this way and that,

With ribbons of silk so smooth,

As the stones can be disguised as a rat,

Just don’t let the barriers throw you off your groove.

Glide past each setback,

Like the silkiness of fur on a gray cat,

For life’s slick flow can give a whack,

Leaving your feeling very flat.

Do you boldly welcome life’s ordeals?

As a satin glove enfolds your hand,

To embrace each revelation in all that life reveals,

Discovering stones, unplanned?

All you desire was to leave a trail,

With sun kiss rays shining so bright,

The stones of life’s hurdles have set sails,

Like a sailboat weaving though its own stormy fight!

Just slide on past like a snake hugging the grass,

Avoid the darken cracks on your rocky path,

For life can be as fragile as a fine polished glass,

Don’t get lost in the vortex of a stormy wrath!

A life, smooth and flawless,

A surreal wish, a humble ask,

Yet, your stone will offer solace,

Should you seek the wisdom of the task.

Alas, no smooth path in the flow of life,

The art of navigation is only the way,

When the stone’s edge is shape as knife,

May you bend down on your knees to pray.

Seek the teachings from your smooth stone,

Allow for growth to seep into your pores,

Like the minerals of life absorbing in your bones,

And watch how your knowledge will open many doors.

So dear offspring travel on your own path,

Refine it along the way,

Feel the salty waters give your toes a golden bath,

While leaving trails of silky footprints by the bay.