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