I am I am
I am I am
I am a vessel of stone…Standing there quietly, waiting patiently.
Slowly the master chissels away, bits here and bits there
Sometimes it hurts, and I want him to stop.
He pauses for a while and then, delicately,
lovingly, he lifts his chissel.
After years in darkness, I can see light.
There is nothing above my head
but the starry night sky now.
My eyes drink in the sight
of blue and silver and gold.
Around me there is a liquid,
warm, thick, nourishing water,
softening colours and shapes.
I turn around, around my self,
around my Self, around…
Water fills the chalice,
all the way up
all the way down.
It comes from a source
deep in the ground
where the stars live also
welling up in the chalice
keeping me floating,
breathing,
dreaming.
I am a vessel
of stone
White stone, Limestone
Transformed under pressure into Alabaster

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