i.
that i was transparent like clear water
simply in the flow of the water
never resisting
the great rocks of what is before me
that i must simply navigate through
where i can't go through the rocks
though i may soften their edges
over time and with persistence
both fierce and gentle

ii.
my human moments
are like the stray shards
chipped and flying all ways
as the sculptor cuts away
at the stone
committed to revealing
the essence and form within
till i am but a pile of shards and dust

iii.
i am
somewhere in the nowhere
all and no-thing
i am not the shards and remnants
nor am i the stone the sculptor begins with
i look forward to the day
i am but a pile of dust and shards
add water
once again i am fresh clay

can you love this the rest of the days?