For a brief moment I focused today
for a very brief moment I visualized
exactly how I was going to do the filing
all in one go - then lost that focus as I
listened to music, enraptured by Dalida,
carried away, into the wide world beyond
the walls of my office, and beyond that
into a world of dreams, into fantasies
I cannot get back, now I’m lost in a
compassless world of fragmented
visions and misty ideas, I cannot gather
the scattered filaments of concentration
together, they keep on falling apart and
spilling again, and the knowledge in
my heart of the meaning of life and my
specific part has also gone – therefore
I’m drifting here in-between spheres
half-awake and half-dreaming, half-
aware of the seeming reality around
me, but quite unable to bring the
fragments together in material
facts, should I drift on or run away
from my mind and myself...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this one Margaret. The title alone is worth a 10. Zen