Still like a stone

Felt weary and filled with lethargy. Just didn’t want to move a limb. The stillness and heaviness I felt, I shared in common with the unmoving stone. The stone that is essentially full of inertia, lies unmoving, anchored. It’s entire being is filled with inertia and heaviness. It’s own weight keeps it rooted. It only frees itself by disintegrating into dust. Then it is flowing like a river, free like wind. That feeling is the context and origin of the poem that flowed out…

Like a stone
Lying still
Unmoving, Anchored
By my own burden
My own load

Thick, dense
Seeped in inertia 
Unmoving, anchored 
By deep weariness 
My own weight 

There are 
Places to go
Paths to be traveled 
But they can wait
Till I stay still 
and weather to the dust

Then I will flow
With the happy river
Dissolved in the drops
Falling over the precipice 
Spraying into the wind

Then I will fly 
Free from being a stone
Free to fly with the wind
Swirling in the air
Land wherever 
To fly once again

Then I will be dust 
Unseen
Insignificant 
Light like air 
And free like a wind