Stones are rounded by the caress of water, three hundred thousand years without me.
I am so small. I am so big. I am just a speck on the page of this long adventure.
To breathe in the dust of the ages and know
Everything is so sacred. Everything is…and yet is nothing. Only what we define
with our hearts, our longing, our ascent and our skittish minds.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019