Alarm bells ring; rats are racing,
Dressing, eating, children-chasing,
Driving, talking, fixing, bunching,
Meeting, typing, number crunching.
Days are judged by what’s achieved
Frantic ‘doing’ by night relieved.
Far from satisfied with life
Oft days leave me pained, in strife.
Others leave me enervated
Anger drained myself berated.
Longing for an easy answer
Thoughts and deeds themselves a cancer.
Drawn floorward in a darkened room,
Three small candles challenge the gloom.
To ward off tears and fear’s ascension
Firmly focus mind’s attention.
Noticing, not judging feelings;
Close down thought and slow the reelings.
Breathing deeply; face uncreases.
Insights come as muscle releases.
Feelings afloat a candle flame,
Amorphous now, without a name;
Starting strong, then weaker growing,
Stretching, shrinking, dancing, glowing.
Life is balanced in this moment:
Joy and sorrow; peace and torment.
Just as wine is grapes fermented,
Perhaps I too am reinvented.
Richer for the heat and pressure,
Move forth slowly, reap the pleasure.
Helen, Thank you! , That was fun - - - but you failed to mention the results of my first question as I was reading that ... Did you actually catch any of those children? Yea! , that's what I thought! Only when they got hungry, Right?
And now you're just about ready for another dose of the same! Hamsters on wheels have it easy. Men have it even easier. A very clear case of taking it to the limit and somehow coping, and somehow deriving fulfilment/sense of achievement. And a very clearly painted word picture of the process. Great poetry.
Ahhhhh, meditation the balancing act for our day. I'm enjoying your words Helen, looking forward to reading more. Thanks, Diane
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I would like to translate this poem
Hey that was great I enjoyed it.