Photo: Ofir Asif
The strength of stone
Allows the rounding of its
Edges by time
And rain.
It lets the earth
Scour its base
As flood-paths swirl
And drain,
Even as it lets itself
Maintain
A firm place
To lean
One’s burden on,
Again.
Note: My nephew took this photo in Ethiopia, and I am humbled and moved by the beauty of it, and the eons it carries and the beginnings – and middles, and ends – of so many things it had seen.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
A beautiful thought Na’ama and I love the photograph too 🙂💖 xxx
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Thank you, dear one! Yes, I love the photo, too — it is so very OLD and wears time so well! 🙂
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Stone, great stuff. I’m told the world is built upon it.
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Tis, too! And stone from ‘not here’, as well! Fun stuff, tis all!
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It fascinates.
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🙂
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I like how stone doesn’t seem to care who grows on it either. Lovely poem, Na’ama.
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A stone wouldn’t care, would it?
It’ll go about it’s business of being a stone, steadfast and stoic as a rock. 🙂
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I haven’t known a stone well enough to ask if it would care what grew on it. I may find one and befriend it.
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Oh, do! I highly recommend it! There was a rock I liked, and it had many stories. The quiet kind. It didn’t seem to mind much what was on it – growing or perching or what not – though I would like to think it had a special kind of being pleased when certain little feet stood on it. 🙂
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Little feet are most pleasing for sure.
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Yeah, nothing like a bit of little feet stone massage. 😉
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Sadly the stone can’t say “a little more over here.”
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LOL! I guess it cannot! The only solution to the problem is to dance all over! 😉
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😁
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🙂
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And most likely to still be there after all of the latest batch of bluster-merchants have long passed on
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One hopes. Yes.
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One big stone you have there.
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Yep. Ethiopia has it, but yeah. Big stone.
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Gorgeous image and atmosphere. Love it.
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Thank you! I love the photo — my nephew took it in Ethiopia and it captured my heart then and still does.
🙂
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I can see why!
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Thank you, Frank!
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Beautiful thought and the photograph.
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Thank you, Indira! 🙂
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Welcome, dear.
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