A straw gains value by falling in to the stream of consciousness 

all experiences, observations, memories, impressions,--- learnt , acquired, accumulated---all good bad useless, ---are insignificant straws, in the mind

in fact they are debris, a burden blocking the creativity of an ordinary man, 

sometimes causing harm, making him ineffective , 

binding him to conformity to degenerate ways of living--the sanskaars. 

he does not know how to come out or get rid of them

but for an enlightened man ,a rishi, a poet, the very same straws become the raw materials for him to construct a poem, to create a melody, 

----to innovate an universe. since he is a flow, chethna, he is not static., jada he is the stream of consciousness, chethana sravanthi

in the stream, the same straws in his mind come out as beautiful expressions, 

chunks of truths. 

he uses the same alphabets, same words, idiom grammar 

but what comes out is a artistic creation , 

thus the ordinary things become extraordinary in his expression, 

gaining value by association with the stream his mind a sheet clean

his imagination the fluent pen his ink the consciousness with him the dictionary flows the alphabet glows 

poetry is as deep as the rishi is when rishi is rooted in the field of infinite creativity,

his every utterance is a poetry, and a novelty

extend it to god

an ordinary individual , a stone , in rama kaarya, does not drown, becomes a raw material to construct the sethu , gaining infinite value by just being with him, the chethna"