thanks to luck stars that we can read and reflect and be silent for a while.
some of us, how often do we do this?
how well the imagination that is restrained feels good?
is the power to be, a little pressured?
does something seem hidden from even you, when you are so trying to think through and gain a clear sight?
how does the mind contextualize right from wrong?
what vibes do we send when we are quiet?
no news is good news?? hm?
share your thoughts on this if you like.
best,
Dushwari
Re: Silent & reading...
Every line in this thread poses a big question
A book of poetry, a book philosophy,
And stands in front of me, my ignorance,
An absolute obtuseness.
Where should I start from,
Where may I stop.
Whenever I am quiet,
My soul speaks to me it whispers,
Go and find yourself,
In the darkness of night,
Before the darkness of grave,
Ruffling sounds of the flaps,
Angel of death looms around,
Oh slave of the time,
Let’s get going.
Truth is ever hidden to me,
I have eyes,
Have no sight,
My eyes are dry but,
I want to cry,
A few pearls of gratification,
I am alive,
I am still alive.