Fond river stones are round and smooth to hold
The children of eternities that flow
Cross Mother Earth’s sweet lap that bring and mound
An inner world of Shakti’s magic glow
A mystic shine from a mind of light
That Shakti-stones hold inside their shapes
The inner side to river’s pressing might
When the two create Her smooth landscapes
This smoothness is the touch of divine hands
The ones we hold when kneeling in a prayer
We find them in a rivers white round bands
That decorate the rocks in magic flair
Of flowing waters touch and and divine view
When in the sight are sacred rocks as You