I am the stone soup, simmering gently.
Within me, morsels gathered from eras past.
One memory from father, solid and firm.
Mother’s laughter, a pinch of sweetness.
Grief of loss, stirring with introspection.
Friend’s encouragement, spicing my soul.
Neighbor’s kindness, the salt of humanity.
Each day added, a generous spoonful.
Together shaping the depth of flavor.
Lessons learned, they seep and meld.
Bits of wisdom, simmer into the broth.
A teacher’s patience, a subtle herb.
A stranger’s smile, a sudden warmth.
Moments blend like ingredients combine.
In my pot, a comforting warmth swirls.
I alone am but vague and unfinished.
Through shared contributions, true essence.
The fire beneath, is time passing by.
With each contribution, my essence deepens.
Life is a constant simmer, endless heat.
I feed upon all who ladle their part.
In my depth, complexity resides.
Every whisper, gesture, solidifies essence.
I am this stone soup, built and bound.
A journey from simple to complex.
In the end, what sustains is shared.