TO GAHHEYA
By Stone Telling of the Blue Clayof Shinshan
Old stone, hold my soul.
When I am not in this place
face the sunrise for me.
Grow warm slowly.
This is my hand on you, warm.
This is my breath on you, warm.
This is my heart in you, warm.
This is my soul in you, warm.
You will be here a long time
facing the sunrise
with the warmth in you.
When you roll down,
when you break apart,
when the earth changes,
when the rockness of you ends,
we will be shining,
we will be dancing shining,
we will be warmth shining.
Ursula LeGuin, From AlwaysComing Home
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