“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 meditate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meditate. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
To dwell
I hear the sirens and should be more
alarmed
they do not cease
and I meditate
or try to find the silence
in the thicket
of noise, nerves, signals,
cymbals
and flashing red lights.
Meanwhile,
the wind was howling outside
loose things slammed into each other
and the panes quivered
in their sills.
I thought of somewhere
life being whisked away
and let a fear
inside.
I stared at the door
but did not leave
knowing this
would be the death of me.
Painting by Paul Cornoyer, 'The lights in the window' c. 1910 in Public Domain.
Friday, January 5, 2018
Passages
Time
takes the toll,
giving change for our large bills
and admits passage
but offers no return policy.
Make Time to Meditate.
Who makes time? I have an order.
Empty. Thoughts.
Does one miss arguing with oneself
until none win?
The walls are over-crowded with imagery.
It was me-I put the elephant in the room
who is
holding a candle on a cloud,
his shadow is only flat.
Tell me again-
What is mine is ours-
With these words-
Let no thing
remain behind but a poem
After thought
and plane shadows on clock faces.
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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