Life is not hard edges...

I have often walked along the shore whether here in West Palm Beach or in East Hampton, Long Island just staring at all the myriad of shell and stone forms that wash up on the beach. It made me think about the power of the ocean and the vulnerability of the shells and stones. The little writing is a reflections of such walks along the beach;


Soft-hearted Stone
(found along the endless beach)

It is not the hardness
of stone that impresses.
It is the suppleness
of its core
that allows it to be shaped
by the ebb and flow
of the endless sea....
into such forms.

Life is not hard edges,
but, more often, soft curves,
sadness and beauty;
as that which I see in you–
And such stones of rare
subtleness...