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A poem, trying to capture the experience of meditation, feedback invited
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
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Administrator
Thanks for sharing, Kate.
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Forums Member
Good stuff, Kate
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Technical Administrator
I enjoyed reading your poem, Kate. You describe the transition from bustle to stillness really well. Thanks!
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Thank you Aloka, Fionnuala, Justusryans and wordscooter! :) Much appreciated!
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