Walking through heather and fern onto a mountain hill   Laying on a bed of stones   they press into my body from different angles   Placing a hand on my stomach and wonder   where your stone is placed   Finding a puce rock weightless filled with pores…

I have been looking at this young man for a long time. In my opinion he has been longing/searching to take a step deeper into the mystery – but he don’t know how. I could tell in the morning gathering he is enjoying it. He wants it. He wants to…