The stone is no longer
A part of the mountain
It’s merely upon it
Though it sits at the top
Hit by the same wind
As the ground it broke off of
But it’s ready to roll
As the mountain stays still
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The stone is no longer
A part of the mountain
It’s merely upon it
Though it sits at the top
Hit by the same wind
As the ground it broke off of
But it’s ready to roll
As the mountain stays still