My God Rock has searing powers.
Smooth like rounded glass in right pocket,
thumb and index finger manipulate it.
Erosion is my term.
I use it so often, maybe it wears,
But I’m told I polish it.
It fills my heart with stillness,
floods me with compassion,
stifles me into silence,
allowing me to care with love.
If I touch the rock before I speak,
the anger flows down the street,
and my mouth releases no poison.
a peace so full,
I wish I could hold it forever.
stillfugue 
#1 by liv2write2day on February 27, 2011 - 12:11 pm
Wonderful reminder, Carl.
#2 by Carl on February 27, 2011 - 9:14 pm
Thank you, Victoria. I am reminding myself as often as I can.
#3 by Claudia on February 27, 2011 - 2:51 pm
i liked the image of anger flowing down the street..good to get rid of it..
#4 by Carl on February 27, 2011 - 9:13 pm
Thanks, Claudia. It is an unwelcome guest.
#5 by cloakedmonk on February 27, 2011 - 11:08 pm
The first line has captured me. Lovely.
#6 by Carl on February 28, 2011 - 6:50 am
Thank you so much for your comment!