Heart from Stone

I saw a stone.

It was heart shaped. It is heart shaped. I took it, gently, I lifted it and holding it in my two hands I brought it to my chest, to my heart. I closed my eyes and two silent tears filled the space between my closed eyelids abs my eyes. Then they poured down my face.

I took it home, showered did my things, got comfortable and then I decided to paint it. I took my painting tools and prepared a dense red. With all the care I am capable of I brushed it in red, I painted it, in tears.

I painted half of it, then had it dry, then turned it upside down and did the bottom half. Some parts holds small streaks from my brushing. I stopped to look at them, they looked like living lines, arteries, veins. They felt right to me.

It is with me since then. The heart from the stone.

Can you turn a stone into a heart? Why did I do it? Maybe we can turn a stone into a heart, maybe not. Maybe it is is, seeing life in stones, maybe we need to see it, and that´s why we see life where there is not. Or maybe we infuse it.

I do speak to it at times, it even answers me, it is mostly « yes » and « no-es », and then I add the rest, I speak a lot to reply, explain and build stories.

It is here now, by me. And with my mind and my little heart, I fly