These days I surround myself with granite. The beauty of the granite keeps me awake, like the dark night behind the trees. Soft and silky. The more you work on it ,the softer it becomes.
There is now granite against my sky. Abutting my trees. Granite is now my piece of the mountains. It sings my dreams of the mountains and plays my mountain tunes.
Granite is our stone, blue – black like Krishna, that provokes strong feelings, hard on fingers but soft and silky in its core, in hues like rain. It is like little Krishna’s belly, filled with flute music by a river of gentle ripples flowing from trees.
There is rain and wind in it, as in moonless sky.Feel it , play on it and sing mountain tunes. The more you work on it the silkier it becomes.