In stillness, it breathes

Taking in only what it needs

It allows the wind, the waves, to shape it

Not fighting change, rather greeting it openly

Softness rounds its edges

While it keeps its core strong

Hearing everything with gentleness

No judgement, no anger

Let me be like the essence of stone

Still and breathing

Accepting nourishment and love

Leaning into change

Welcoming it

Softening my rough edges

Not losing who I am

Listening Deeply

Being love