A poem, trying to capture the experience of meditation, feedback invited

[moonwolfnz]

Forgetting

The day
noisy and peopled
a tsunami of traffic

the sky
bleached by the sun
fades into purple velvet

The curtains
a familiar barricade

The room
Jumbled and cluttered

The lightbulb
goes out

The candle
is lit

the flame
is animated

the mind
is focused

the breath
is rhythmic

thoughts
flickering with the flame

the flame
dancing
its coloured
cacaphony

and underneath
a thought tsunami

and underneath
a megaphone of stillness
a deafening nothing
until at last
the mind stops

no words
the eyes look
watching

then being

and everything
is forgotten

and at the end
the beginning

[Aloka]

Thanks for sharing, Kate.

[Fionnuala]

That was great!

[justusryans]

Good stuff, Kate

[woodscooter]

I enjoyed reading your poem, Kate. You describe the transition from bustle to stillness really well. Thanks!

[moonwolfnz]

Thank you Aloka, Fionnuala, Justusryans and wordscooter! :) Much appreciated!