Blessed are the ones who can understand what a treasure the stone has in it 

i present below one such a sensitive poet, ----my copy paste, may not be a waste , in haste

Stone   BY CHARLES SIMIC

Go inside a stone

That would be my way.

Let somebody else become a dove Or gnash with a tiger's tooth.

I am happy to be a stone.

From the outside the stone is a riddle:

No one knows how to answer it.

Yet within, it must be cool and quiet

Even though a cow steps on it full weight,

Even though a child throws it in a river;

The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed

To the river bottom

Where the fishes come to knock on it And listen

.I have seen sparks fly out

When two stones are rubbed,

So perhaps it is not dark inside after all

;Perhaps there is a moon shining

From somewhere, as though behind a hill—Just enough light to make out

The strange writings, the star-charts

On the inner walls."

Aug 29, 2012 at 03:22 am