The First Ripple

Before the waters stir, intention finds its way, a quiet hand with morning's gentle ray. Not every change begins with thunder's voice, some start with one balanced choice. One gentle motion forms a circle of light, one steady vision welcomes clearer sight. Each ripple widens, graceful as the sea, returning calm with growing clarity. Set the stone let it be, with purpose, patience and clarity, we come to be, the first ripple, peacefully.