Granite

 

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 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 its mountain tunes.
The more you work on it the silkier it becomes.

 

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