Stuff Poem by Bill Grace

Stuff

Rating: 5.0


The gal liked her job of helping folks
discover that we are all of a great family.
The vector that day was art.
We were working with acrylic paint.

So pure was this spirit in somatic form
that she could be honest about the importance of her "stuff."
An important honesty, but rarely surfaced with a constituent group.

Friday, July 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: art,material,materialism
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A program sponsored by the Gonzaba Medical Group in San Antonio, Texas
inspired this offering.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 10 July 2020

In somatic form spirit is pure and this is very true. When spirit incarnates in a material body then he feels the body-consciousness and the reality is hidden. This poem is amazingly penned.

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