In Meditation Poem by Max Reif
In Meditation
The thoughts that come and go
as I sit in meditation,
like a buddha
carved into a cliffside:
workers who can build
a city of ideals—
or an army of barbarians.
Sorry about the cliché, food for thought...great poem. Must try some meditating myself some time and see what happens. Going back to the English Teacher, I think you should paint her portrait.
idealist barbarians, i say. lots to think about with this piece, Max...
Max this is such a powerful canvas. So true. Thank you so much.
strong compact powerful a wonderful poem and as always not a thing exists
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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good point Max.. thoughts can either direct us to 2 different paths, unless we learn to control them. well said! HBH