the Hidden Stone

The stone inside the mountain revealed A human heart shown The core unfolding Song on wind Tumultuous in the soft world Bones protruding The heart blossoms for a moment Amid stone And then crawls back inside the cave Mountain heaving I can't see or hear from where I'm standing And I go through my days like this With a force that tears and erodes at all shapes In dissatisfaction Where was the source of wind I thought I found? On the ridge. Or am I holding this sighing that tears at the house In my cavern? The stone on top of my heart is shaking The wind at the door Is blowing loud