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<\/p>\nIt was a very hot and lazy summer day, and I spent most of it doing some research on Celtic Folklore, and lazing around in a comfy chair reading some great poetry.<\/p>\n
Have a great 4th of July weekend!<\/p>\n
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Stone Of Destiny –<\/strong> Combined Media<\/p>\n CONVERSATION WITH A STONE<\/span><\/p>\n I knock at the stone’s front door. “Go away,” says the stone. I knock at the stone’s front door. “I’m made of stone,” says the stone, I knock at the stone’s front door. “Great and empty, true enough,” says the stone, I knock at the stone’s front door. “You shall not enter,” says the stone. I knock at the stone’s front door. “If you don’t believe me,” says the stone, I knock at the stone’s front door. -Wislawa Szymborska<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It was a very hot and lazy summer day, and I spent most of it doing some research on Celtic Folklore, and lazing around in a comfy chair reading some great poetry. Have a great 4th of July weekend! Stone Of Destiny – Combined Media CONVERSATION WITH A STONE I knock at the stone’s front […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[11],"tags":[187,185,184,188,186],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/326"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=326"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/326\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2351,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/326\/revisions\/2351"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=326"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=326"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=326"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n“It’s only me, let me come in.
\nI want to enter your insides,
\nhave a look round,
\nbreathe my fill of you.”<\/p>\n
\n“I’m shut tight.
\nEven if you break me to pieces,
\nwe’ll all still be closed.
\nYou can grind us to sand,
\nwe still won’t let you in.”<\/p>\n
\n“It’s only me, let me come in.
\nI’ve come out of pure curiosity.
\nOnly life can quench it.
\nI mean to stroll through your palace,
\nthen go calling on a leaf, a drop of water.
\nI don’t have much time.
\nMy mortality should touch you.”<\/p>\n
\n“and must therefore keep a straight face.
\nGo away.
\nI don’t have the muscles to laugh.”<\/p>\n
\n“It’s only me, let me come in.
\nI hear you have great empty halls inside you,
\nunseen, their beauty in vain,
\nsoundless, not echoing anyone’s steps.
\nAdmit you don’t know them well yourself.”<\/p>\n
\n“but there isn’t any room.
\nBeautiful, perhaps, but not to the taste
\nof your poor senses.
\nYou may get to know me, but you’ll never know me through.
\nMy whole surface is turned toward you,
\nall my insides turned away.”<\/p>\n
\n“It’s only me, let me come in.
\nI don’t seek refuge for eternity.
\nI’m not unhappy.
\nI’m not homeless.
\nMy world is worth returning to.
\nI’ll enter and exit empty-handed.
\nAnd my proof I was there
\nwill be only words,
\nwhich no one will believe.”<\/p>\n
\n“You lack the sense of taking part.
\nNo other sense can make up for your missing sense of taking part.
\nEven sight heightened to become all-seeing
\nwill do you no good without a sense of taking part.
\nYou shall not enter, you have only a sense of what that sense should be,
\nonly its seed, imagination.”<\/p>\n
\n“It’s only me, let me come in.
\nI haven’t got two thousand centuries,
\nso let me come under your roof.”<\/p>\n
\n“just ask the leaf, it will tell you the same.
\nAsk a drop of water, it will say what the leaf has said.
\nAnd , finally, ask a hair from your own head.
\nI am bursting with laughter, yes, laughter, vast laughter,
\nalthough I don’t know how to laugh.”<\/p>\n
\n“It’s only me, let me come in.”
\n“I don’t have a door,” says the stone.<\/p>\n