It’s a pleasant Sunday afternoon. I love to sit in my small loft and watch the sky through the window. I can see if it will be cloudy, rainy, or a sunny day at a glance. I’m eating some eggs and toast with my coffee. Pleasant.
I was hopeful to post something more substantial today, but I realized I’m on a tight schedule and this relaxation will come to an end.
But its so nice to enjoy these moments of quiet and internal retrospect. Meditation? I’m not very good at meditating, but I think its a worthy endeavor and something I want to get better at doing.
There is a lot going on in every life, and there is usually a lot to think about. With living comes mistakes and misunderstandings. And so, another from my Intermission Poetry collection on this Sunday….
Sometimes a word can mean more than is heard
Our bodies give away a silenced verb
To be or not to be
To this or to that
Our language is more than our poor tongues lack
I know you and you know me
Knowledge of self and knowledge of else
Whatever did you mean?
Interpretation is left to the one who is bereft
Of ideas and patience
And so, interactions become
Conflicting and rancor
Throw the baby out with the anchor
And it never slows, on this ocean unmoored
It only grows and grows, crashing at the bow
Until it never ends until the white flag is thrown
And even then… we wonder if it will ever end
Are we forever encumbered by what makes us proud?
Have a good night Blue, and good searching! 😉