Concentration Poem by Tom Billsborough
Concentration
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The greater obstacle
Is the image of myself.
Obliterate the personal
To view the object
with dispassionate grace.
Remove the carapace
Of learning and of taste
The hooded consciousness.
Become the owl
Which in its soundless flight
Relies on sight to fix its prey.
Resist the world of maybe.
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: natural law
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4/26/2024 6:41:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I almost get a sense of an outer body experience reading this poem Tom. I like the owl like fixation on a goal that takes failure or doubt out of the equation.10