I have heard and I have remembered.
Give me your heat. Nothing can be added, nothing can be taken away.
Give me your sorrow. I am stone.
Give it back to me.
Your hand and footprints on me, can you see them?
Continual waves, rising, falling.
The foundation song. I listen at the cracks.
At night, cool under the moon, you listened and taught me stillness, clearing.
Today I see your lines. The ocean dances me. I am driftwood. I am seaweed. I am rock.
Erode my surfaces. Many offerings, many teachings.
The circle meets in this place.