Rocks, Mining and Human Nature

Opals are beautiful and Alexandrite, which is somewhat similar is the most valuable stone...more expensive than a diamond of the same carat weight. Alexandrite is a stone that is measured by its degree of color change...most of them are found in Russia and there are very few with color change potential greater than 90%.

I saw one in Riyadh that was 95% and it was valued at 24,000 US dollars and weighed only one fourth of a carat. When you hold them up to LIGHT, Alexandrites can appear to be green or purple or yellow or pink or any color of the rainbow. Lower quality Alexandrites only show a few of their colors and are worth much less in dollars.

It is the one stone that is like the human being. The higher degree of flexibility, visability and change, the more valuable it is. Diamonds are really the stone of peasants. Traded for weapons you know and actually quite abundant. Like people who are unable to change colors and dimensions, the diamond is not the girl's best friend at all, but humanity's worst enemy.

In reality though, these are all only rocks. You cannot eat them and when you die, you leave them behind and you are buried under nothing but rocks and dirt.

The Light

24:35
Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth. The Parable of His Light is as if there were a Niche and within it a Lamp: the Lamp enclosed in Glass: the glass as it were a brilliant star: Lit from a blessed Tree, an Olive, neither of the east nor of the west, whose oil is well-nigh luminous, though fire scarce touched it: Light upon Light! Allah doth guide whom He will to His Light: Allah doth set forth Parables for men: and Allah doth know all things.


Ode To Rocks

In pockets and gardens, under
our beds for miners carry
a fair share in long gray
pails with jugs of soup
near shanks and flesh
with crusts plus those
stored in the chests.
The spare parts of the world
cast about pose a craving
as deep as the ocean is long
as the rivers are wide. A record
of perennial harvests hauled
up from the ground
on ladders of iron, even that!
Beloved fountains of slag
pour into banks of remains
where genuflection pays
paper for gold and time with loss.
Poor men fair well in shifts,
forever on the way in or out
with dirt clinging, dirt in love
with the heroic skin, part
ancient shroud part, let me in.

And I hope that the Creator is pleased with my work. I don't try to publish at all anymore...not really. I believe that my poems are recorded and will be returned to me if I am lucky enough to enter paradise.

And here is an exceptional article about the famous Russian stones:

http://www.gemstone.org/gem-by-gem/english/alex.html