This IS NOT A Stone (#62)

A language stones do have.
In the morning as a rule
They lie on the ground
Wet and peaceful
Like women wet inside
And weakened, tired men
Shriveled and sleeping
Hoping to be blessed.

Poem by Bejan Matur

Number 62 in the continuous series "This IS NOT A Stone"

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To watch the previous post in this series follow this link to: 'This IS NOT A Stone #61'

Or start at the beginning: 'Everything In One Stone'

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About the Artist and The Theme

Choosing this simple, mediocre sand stone in 1986 to be his focal point for meditation and thoughts, artist Jan van Krieken doesn't need much more; a symbol for the slipping of time, a bit of eternity amidst an ever faster moving and changing world.

While investigating and researching the artist automatically arrived at "The Philosopher's Stone", the mysterious substance that alchemists had sought for centuries. Van Krieken found out that they were essentially looking for the same thing as he was looking for by means of the stone in his pond; the pure and the everlasting.

Almost 32 years of observing and photographing that one sand stone. Sometimes covered with snow, sometimes occupied by a bird, or hidden by fallen leaves, protected by ice or serving as a warm bed for a salamander this cycle of change became a metaphore for life itself.