Sometimes, the quietness of stone softens the air around you
Sometimes, while the stones breathe out around you, you put your palms flat to the wall, and breathe in cool holy stillness
Sometimes, your feet fall lightly and easily, taking you away from the trodden path into this thin place.
This long memory from more ancient space
This place remembers you
Sing me the song again, while the stones breathe out around me, speaking of calm solidity.
I thought of stone and my body stilled
I felt my feet on stone and my being stilled
I leant my back against the stone and the support of aeons.
Sing me the song again, while the stones breathe out around me.
Sometimes you need the cold solidity of stones
to remember your inherent place
in the order of things.
Sing me the song again, while the stones breathe out around me
Nothing can trouble, nothing can frighten me