Destiny
More slowly than a seastar
the stone walked down the sands
towards the surf foam
to be in line with the trajectory of my footsteps
She held the oldest wisdom to impart —-
ancient medicine to share
In the dull new moon black of her form
I thought I saw an instant of brightness
I scooped her from the sand — held her palm-size dense body close
I am your destiny … She said
Then, yes…. The luminous shapes and veins of whiteness
Were emerging from her rough rock darkness
Crystalline agate — palest mellow golden
frost white and, finally
sheer silver-blue starlight
Swirling in soft mountain ranges, a broad, deep internal river
transmuting from rock to light — from coarse to smooth
A transfiguration over eons
But destiny is patient . . .
I wondered if the light fashioned on the outside was superficial, a thin wrap
Then, no, I held her up to the sky, and it was plain to see her clear crystal heart
The light all the way through
