Like a Rock
...but not quite so firm...
I’m beginning to wonder whether I’ve become a stone. I often fear the world right outside of these walls where I live and work. And there are many days when I’d rather be indoors, though I can never resist my fearless little dog urging me to venture out. Still I feel heavy, and like a great rock, resistant to being moved by all the commotion surrounding me. I now hear chants coming from distant monasteries and the swirling wind whistling through empty hermitages... Aren’t you also witnessing the great forces now gathering to move the unmovable?
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