The Heart-Shaped Stone


The Story Of The Heart-Shaped Stone

 

In older times  people used to say, when their heart was troubled by a sin, by love or by misery, that it was heavy like a stone, that their heart was like a stone.

You, if you were to feel that your heart is like a stone, go to a river, take a stone, throw it into the river and leave in peace, knowing that your soul will be free of sorrow.

Once upon a time, deep in the dreamland, a little girl has found the story of the heart-shaped stone, and lying close, wrapped in white linen, the mysterious heart shaped stone.

One day, the girl went to the river. She threw the stone into the river and watched it sinking. After a long revery, she went to her little house, to sleep in her bed, bathed by imaginary rivers. She fell in a deep sleep and dreamt that she was a stone, carried and thrown into the river by a small girl. She was now in the river, seen by no eye, lying in her bed of stones. Springs, coming from the tall mountains, were touching her and singing her the most wonderful song she has ever been caressed with. Feeling the mountains embrace and the river song she fell asleep and dreamed about a small girl carrying a secret smile on her lips – smile of the ones that know the unrevealed -, daisies on her eyes and lips – waiting for the sun.

Her soul, beautiful and light as a butterfly, was gracefully concealing the fog rising above the river.

 

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