The ripples in my pond of thinking are restless. 

Stretching across the vast waters of memory.

Surely ripples should be quiet?

I should stop skipping stones across it.

Since my pond, may not be wide enough to contain ripples.

Not deep enough to sink a stone.

Or is the depth endless?

Bottomless?

Should the stone I throw sink into an endless void of darkness, will it ever be recovered?

Discovered to be skipped across a lake or into an ocean.

Or will it be lost in me and my pond?

My pond.

Full of that which we need to live and give life.

My pond, abodes koi.

Symbolic of strength.