~ Stone Story ~
When I stand with you,
when I feel the clear, concise power of your presence,
Truth is glimpsed.
I am not this body,
The world is not what it seems.
The Illusion, The Maya, The Veil slips
just enough to remember,
I AM that which IS creation Itself.
And a deep breath finds its way into my lungs.
You whisper to me,
All is well.