the misperceptions and misunderstandings,
the errors, the sins,
the folly and the stubbornness
eventually formed the stone.
The glimpses, the epiphanies,
the insights and the wisdom,
the teachings, the lessons,
the sharpened awareness, the awe
all combined to form the marinade.
I took a vessel,
chosen with such care,
and placed the stone within the marinade
anticipating a wonderful transformation!
Each day I gently shook it and waited.
Yet the stone continued to strike the sides of the vessel
with its usual alarming clatter
and no matter how diligently I remembered
to turn and marinate and turn and marinate,
the stone was still the stone,
always the stone,
disturbingly the stone.