I cannot get the shape to fit, what am I doing wrong?

I press and push to no avail, it will not yield my touch.

Ponder, question, wonder why, how to bend the form to will?

It is not the shapes, my child, that need to change

They are set in shape and stone.

Take what you have, the clay and sand – and work the world around

Thoughts and hearts, minds and cares, and see the change abound.

One small piece, one at a time, build on solid ground.

And then one day, you will see, you will find –

The shapes all fit and beauty has been


Stepping Stone

A stone emerged from the water

Smooth as silk and brown as the bark of a weathered oak tree

Water rushed by hurriedly to its destination wherever that might be

Tentatively I stepped forward

One little step

And there I was

Right in the midst of the gushing stream

The earth stood its ground behind me

The other side was too far

But right in front of me, another stone emerged

Calm and smooth and offering somewhere to stand

My own stepping


I Need To Think

A gigantic wall is in front of me. Blocking my way. I need to get to the other side. I need to get to paradise.

I look behind and the earth has fallen away.

I look to the left, and as my heart sinks, I fear my right, knowing what to expect.

The sun beats me, as it gets hold of my skin. The crystal blue sky is beautiful and merciless with the absence of any cloud.

There is no shade.

Paradise is just past the wall. That gigantic barrier blocking my way.

And so I wonder. I question.

How do I get over it. I have no ladder. I cannot climb. My hands are small and I am not strong.

How do I get over it. While my skin burns and my heart races, I sit myself down.

I need to think.