Posts Tagged ‘ contemplation ’
over the edge
of a tall place
thinking, hell, why not?
but also why bother?
it’s all a chore
something to be crossed off but it’s somebody else’s list
i’m fumbling along with adverbs
they’ve already dictated my epitaph
i’m not sure if i should be amused or outraged
this is the extent of my involvement in my life
i just breath and get on with it
apparently there’s this whole other realm
of participation
still
it’s just me breathing
CLUMSY HEART – STUMBLE OFTEN
I woke up with the strangest of feelings;
neither good nor bad, neither big nor small
just this undeniable peacefulness.
I am warmed all over knowing it will be easy
to find something good and worthwhile today
with little to no searching involved
unlike my childhood, or my sense of future planning.
But even as I think these idle thoughts
whilst savoring my pot of coffee
and watching the sky brighten,
slowly,
My heart quickens, like a far away train that suddenly arrives.
An inevitable panic.
How long can this last?
This my strange and long awaited contentment?
This lingering solitude where I am everything all at once
and I am good?
I race through the rooms of my mind,
slamming doors as I go,
hysterically searching for some looming catastrophe,
not merely because everything has a price,
but that is part of it of course.
I come to the last of these rooms
where I keep all my most dear thoughts and feelings
my greatest loves, my most tender kisses.
I enter into this room
hand on heart,
terrified.
But there is no dark cloud,
in fact nothing out of place at all.
I stay awhile,
returning to myself,
and eventually
holding out my hand to that calm sense of peacefulness
so close and reassuring before.
Sometimes life’s just good.
i always start my day with poetry
because i like to think that every breath is its own sort of poetic art form
morning meditation went something like this…..
REVIVAL
“flights of the imagination, heart alight and unobstructed
a feeling of timelessness and motion
of building and expanding
of formulating various stratagem
of taking life into the palms of my hands
and warmed sweetly,
and persuading it,
even for a little while
to be still and quiet inside.
So I am found again.”
Other than my own aimless contemplations, Neruda is always welcome company…..
October Fullness
“Little by little, and also in great leaps,
life happened to me,
and how insignificant this business is.
These veins carried
my blood, which I scarcely ever saw,
I breathed the air of so many places
without keeping a sample of any.
In the end, everyone is aware of this:
nobody keeps any of what he has,
and life is only a borrowing of bones.
The best thing was learning not to have too much
either of sorrow or of joy,
to hope for the chance of a last drop,
to ask more from honey and from twilight.”
Excerpt from “October Fullness” found in
The Moon in the Labyrinth by Pablo Neruda
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life or something like it 