I do not believe in enchantments,
In the magic of the medicine-men.
Stones have their own families
Like any other living creature.
In large communities and kinships
In various places around the world
They have been living for a long time,
Keeping up to laws and rules.
Nothing beneath the white sky
Is unfamiliar to earth and alone,
We are one with the stones –
One pulse, one heart and one mind – making unity.
Some are being born and reborn
In another kind and with different colour,
They build up new mountains,
Participate in new circle of life,
They remember distant centuries,
Always being in power,
We are the guests and they are the eternity,
They are wiser than us.
I trust every stone,
And its complicated travel notes,
It is the beginning and the karma
For life and higher sense.
Stone loves talking,
But it keeps discrete silence.
In order to open up its ancient diary
You need science and eyes to read it.