Stones Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Stones



imprinted with koans
reading the moss with fingertips
the palm's warmth obscures the delicacy
of the finer and more subtle ideas
you pass one to me and I pass one to you
the lightness of absorption that does not erase
has to do with time and balance
and a path which can only be walked single file
joyous hearts emerge to know the rain

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