A Chunk of Amethyst - Robert Bly

[Larry Robinson]

A Chunk of Amethyst
 
Held up to the window light the Amethyst has
elegant corridors, that give and take light. The discipline
of its many planes suggest that there is no use trying to live
forever. Its exterior is jagged, but in the inner house all is
in order. Its corridors become ledges, solidified thoughts that
pass each other.
 
This chunk of Amethyst is a cool thing, hard as a
dragon's tongue. The sleeping times of the whole human race
lie hidden there. When the fingers fold the chunk into the
palm, the palm hears organ music, the low notes that makes the
sins of the whole congregation resonate, and catches the
criminal five miles away with a tinge of doubt.
 
With all its planes, it turns four or five faces toward
us at once, and four or five meanings enter the mind.
 
The exhilaration we felt as children returns...We feel the
wind on the face as we go down hill, the sled's speed
increasing.
 
        - Robert  Bly
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