All is quiet, the silence profound and inwardly sweeping. Searching for the unkown, the question still not fully formed, and the stones are laid out before her. Let the answers slip towards being, let Her light guide the way.
Listen not to the inner whispers, listen not to history and wishes, listen only to the silence, open only to the silence. Within that home She waits, listening, hearing in return.
Hand to stone, Her hand, my stone, my hand, Her stone, thresholds blurred, impact, I act, cast and cast again. Whispers to the heart, the head. Thoughts spoken.
I listen. I hear.