It may seem strange for a man
to sleep with a little white stone in his hand,
but I can't resist the urge to hold
something so ephemeral as
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Something so ephemeral that we hold brings attention of others. Sleeping with a little white stone in his hand, a man perceives this wonderful universe and essence of creation. Stirring geographical gravity and weighing of a mineral city awaken lover's vision for new discovery. Satisfaction comes in possession that lasts for long time. Simple worth is blessing. We get this from God. Living simple and achieving high is the great aspect behind this poem. An outstanding poem this is brilliantly penned. Nice metaphysical essence we get from this poem reading...10
I like your statement: 'Living simple and achieving high is the great aspect behind this poem.' I could not have said it better. It puts me in mind of another bit I wrote about another stone, in my book 'The Gospel of Troy':
'My truth is a curious stone I carry in my pocket.
It remembers only the river from which I plucked it.'
Perhaps I have some kind of stone fetish. At any rate, it is surely not a good sign that I'm quoting myself. But there it is. Thank you for your insightful comments. :)
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Something so ephemeral that we hold brings attention of others. Sleeping with a little white stone in his hand, a man perceives this wonderful universe and essence of creation. Stirring geographical gravity and weighing of a mineral city awaken lover's vision for new discovery. Satisfaction comes in possession that lasts for long time. Simple worth is blessing. We get this from God. Living simple and achieving high is the great aspect behind this poem. An outstanding poem this is brilliantly penned. Nice metaphysical essence we get from this poem reading...10
I like your statement: 'Living simple and achieving high is the great aspect behind this poem.' I could not have said it better. It puts me in mind of another bit I wrote about another stone, in my book 'The Gospel of Troy': 'My truth is a curious stone I carry in my pocket. It remembers only the river from which I plucked it.' Perhaps I have some kind of stone fetish. At any rate, it is surely not a good sign that I'm quoting myself. But there it is. Thank you for your insightful comments. :)