We have moved on from a heart and soul
Nature and God ,a  paradise and its truth
And now on stones, in this enclosed park.

Our stones are our God, dark in the South
Eminently pale as moonshine in the North,
Where moon hangs on edges of snow hills.

Paradise seems away from   bodies we are.
Now we are in an enclosed park of stones,
Choreographing our dances and emotions.

We have hurled our stones in a  still pond
To leap-frog many times on a green sheet
But the ripples hardly reach the other side.