the seers liken it to the surface of a pond,
whose ripples expire upon stoppage of wind,
upon the stoppage of labyrinthine desire
that i desire.
and life was short in a cliched pop standard.
it's clear; the pond has nothing to do with time.
it sends the unending ripples, that's all.
they come, even in halcyon intervals.
lord how i've tried,
legs folded, eyes shut, palm to the sky,
bottle empty, heart numb, head to the cloud.
they come; it's no use.
i can't switch off molten tides.
i can't separate breathing from breath.
the seers stop the ripples,
and i start them again.
Stopping the mind (subject to footnote 4)
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mnaz wrote
Speaking of cliched pop songs
Johnny Cash:
Unchained
... And I have been unwise
Restless from the cradle...
Have I seen an angel
Or have I seen a ghost
Where's that rock of ages
When you need it most
The closest I can get to timelessness these days is a walking meditation.
I enjoyed reading your poem
More than enjoyed it
It was helpful
thank you
lord how i've tried,
legs folded, eyes shut, palm to the sky,...
and life was short in a cliched pop standard.
it's clear; the pond has nothing to do with time.
it sends the unending ripples, that's all.
they come, even in halcyon intervals.
Speaking of cliched pop songs
Johnny Cash:
Unchained
... And I have been unwise
Restless from the cradle...
Have I seen an angel
Or have I seen a ghost
Where's that rock of ages
When you need it most
The closest I can get to timelessness these days is a walking meditation.
I enjoyed reading your poem
More than enjoyed it
It was helpful
thank you