When I see those Stone Prayers disturbed
I can’t help but feel the way I do
Like someone
has dug up a loved one’s grave
Like someone
has vandalized a church or a temple,
Like someone
has opened and dumped the ashes
To see if
there’s “anything of value”
Inside that fancy urn,
Inside that plain wooden box
Sometimes the words fall on deaf ears, blind
eyes
And I don’t
know why I even try sometimes…
And then I hear a friend's voice saying:
"Please do whatever you can to discourage any touching of stone prayers, especially by persons who have not smudged, brought a gift, said the right words and keeps their mind still.
To me, these are not things but more like persons,
and I think preserving the peace of spirits is more important
than anything we can learn from studying them or anything else.
In the end, I don't see the point of anything
if we lose the spirits and the path to them.
Honestly, I was horrified when I saw someone strip away
around what they thought was a stone prayer."
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