Weeping Rock

Tears of Weeping Rock touch my back

ancient crying

each drop a resource

maiden hair fern on the ledge

watered by the weeps of the stone

plummet and pool on the rocks below

Tears of Weeping Rock cling to my hair and whisper

I use to be snow high on the straight up mountain ridge

now I start my run into canyon

there are times you should not speak

where the sound of a place is more important than your voice

to hear deep into the water and stone

understand connections of all things

as you enter the Temple of Sinawava

what could

you possibly say that makes any sense to my journey