The Heart's Stone

I have this stone that I found on the beach in Nice at the very end of last year. It's shaped like a funny pickle, or depending how you look at it - a Henry Moore miniature. It's commonplace and grand at the same time. It seems to be my heart's stone. Each day that I glance at it, it's seemingly different. Yes, sure it retains its same basic shape, but the lines on its smooth skin change depending on the hour or on the warmth of my palm. It's my heart's stone. It's the pure essence of dichotomy, because it's at once something unchanging, unyielding, and yet open to everything. It's open to the world, to the marks of man, and open to its own personal wisdom of how it once belonged to something much bigger than itself. It's my heart's stone. And it is this stone that I cup in my hand that brings me the strength to keep searching in favor of my dream, in favor of my heart. Things are often unknowable to modern man, unknowable to me; but I find the truth of hundreds of years, of wars, of the past, and the fate of the natural world in this rock. It's my heart's stone. It is smooth, save for one deep small crevice where it was detached from its mother stone. The crack reminds me that all things came from somewhere, and we all are headed somewhere, even when things are dark, and there is absolutely no presence of the moon. My heart's stone sits on my bedside table, and it is there to bid me good night, and good morning each night and day. It's my heart's stone. I have this stone that I found on the beach in Nice at the very end of last year. It's shaped like a funny pickle, or depending how you look at it - a Henry Moore miniature. It's amazing that it was put in my gaze, and now is temporarily in my possession. It seems to react to its new environment, by showing me the way of the world through its ever changing white lines. Its capricious. It's my heart's stone. It is forever stagnant. It is forever active. The lines of its trials and tribulations, of its triumphs, of its magnitude are there for all to see. And for now, it's the closest thing I have to enlighten me about the mysteries of the universe. It's my heart's stone. It gives me the will to proceed with my plans. It gives my heart the light it needs to realize the dreams I hold dear. It's my heart's stone.