taizé reflection part III (of III)

another journal excerpt:

21.01.2006 Taizé, St. Etienne Gardens, late afternoon.

i went down to the edge of the little pond and i threw in five stones. after i threw in each stone i waited until i became the ripples and then i waited until i could no longer tell which ripples were mine, were i, and which ripples were the ducks', the ducks. then i threw in another stone. the last two stones i looked at, and i brushed off some of the red and yellow french sand off of them - they had come from the middle of the little path and were covered with the path, having been in fact a part of it so soon before. i rubbed off the sand and thought, 'what is a rock but sand?' but i kept on, and i got down to the really hard sand that was pressed in the heat and the weight of the earth that bears my feet and this little pond. i think they were metamorphic rocks, which means they were changed in some moment when they thought they were still only sedimentary, still only sand and little rocks pressed together very tight. then i threw in these last two rocks. i waited for the first rock to become the ripples and for the ripples to become indistinguishable, unintelligible, unknown from the ducks or the wind, but a friendly dog came up and licked my hand so i missed that moment when all was transformed into reflections of itself. then i threw the last stone in after i had rubbed all of the parts of itself that only wished they had been transformed in the heat and the weighing down of the earth, but were only pressed on by the very little weight of my feet and other peoples' feet and glued by the very little rain from the day before.