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We have stones
Not nothing
Enough

We have stones
Not nothing
Enough to share

If some stones become bread
It happens without our recipe
Manna, not a deal

We know the old reflex
To measure, to manage, to prove
To watch what happens next
To hope it comes back

But stones are not a contract
And bread is not a receipt
We share what we can carry
And let the rest be free

We have stones
Not nothing
Enough to share

If some stones become bread
It happens without our recipe
Manna, not a deal

Some days the riverbed is dry
Still, water runs underneath
Not visible
But present

So we do not panic
We do not force a stream
We keep walking
With what is here

No delivery
No tracking
No return

No hidden claim
No silent invoice

We let what we gave
Leave our hands

We have stones
Not nothing
Enough to share

If some stones become bread
It happens without our recipe
Manna, not a deal

Bread or stone
Still free