The Rocking Stone

Petite, a Uchon montais
Dans le bois qui abrite
La pierre qui croule
Devant le mystere tous s'esclaffaient
A qui la ferait basculer.
A plusieurs ils y arrivaient
imperceptiblement.
Ravis de leur exploit.
Pourtant la pierre
jamais son socle ne quittait,
Resistant: triomphante.

De retour
un jour de mes grandes annees
Dans le silence,
En la touchant avec reverence,
J'ai bascule dans un autre monde
Vers sa realite interieure
Tel est le vrai mystere
De ces anciennes pierres.

Michelle

When small I used to go up to Uchon
In the woods which shelters
The rocking stone
In front of the mystery all used to exclaim
to whom would make it rock.
Several together could do it
imperceptibly.
Delighted with their feat.
However the stone
would never shift from its base
resisting: triumphant.

Having returned
One day now in my later years
In the silence
Touching it with respect,
I went over to another world
Towards its inner reality
Such is the real mystery
Of those ancient stones.