ivor or ivor.e hogg

Rookie (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

Practice Makes Perfect - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

A bronze gong sounds and resonates.
The echoes slowly die away.
The ancient monk still meditates.
As he does every single day.
He falls into a trance like state.
Which he achieves with practised skill
The sound waves cannot penetrate.
His consciousness against his will.
The ancient monk sits tranquilly
.Detached from our reality.
He is content to simply be.
Enjoying the tranquillity.
Of being free from illusion
Earned by meditation.

Wednesday,25 April 2012


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 26, 2012



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