We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

10.9.18

A Way of Understanding

A Way of Understanding

Deep silence in the mind is a void,
we are told – but I see it more
as a tunnel, a conduit
taking awareness out
to meet Larger Mind
('universal
consciousness')
and merge
with.
Another nonet for Fussy Little Forms at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.

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7 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue Sky10 September 2018 at 01:35

    Me, too....a conduit to Larger Mind. So well said.

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  2. Marian10 September 2018 at 02:06

    Ah, love ending on "with"

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  3. Jim10 September 2018 at 06:05

    If a void then taking advantage of the hollowed ground.
    ..

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  4. Elsie Hagley10 September 2018 at 15:32

    Nice Nonet, thanks for sharing all the best for a peaceful week.

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  5. Laura Bloomsbury10 September 2018 at 19:17

    excellent you took us from nine to one with this concretely conduit poem

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  6. Victoria Stuart11 September 2018 at 02:37

    Perfect description of my daily meditation.

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  7. Margaret11 September 2018 at 07:22

    to be still, silent. To listen. It is almost a lost art these days...

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