“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label finding time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label finding time. Show all posts
Friday, March 3, 2017
Daily Meditations (I)
Seek inside a stanza,
ducking down, let the sound bounce free.
Wish or pray for more time to meditate, like this
while shuffling with neural nets
and through flightless filtering experience,
in a sense
of meaning, meaning
conclusion, for now.
Answer, meditation, as in
time spent lingering inside a poem,
perhaps hum
when it feels right
or seems to resemble light.
Yes, Make time.
Painting by Cornelis Bisschop (17th century) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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