Environmentoring

Go inside a stone.  That would be my way.  Let someone else become a dove or gnash with a tiger's tooth.  I am happy to be a stone.  From the outside the stone is a riddle: no one knows how to answer it.  Yet within, it must be cool and quiet, even though a child throws it in a river; the stone sinks, slow, unperturbed, where the fishes come to knock on it and listen.  I have seen sparks fly out when two stones are rubbed, so perhaps it is not dark inside at all; perhaps there is a moon shining from somewhere, as though behind a hill--just enough light to make out the strange writings, the star charts on the inner walls.  (Charles Simic)