Walking along, tee shirt and jeans, comfortable and at
ease daily, listening to melodies going up and down in
my mind.
Gently taking me forward into clearings meant for con-
templation and reasoning, centering and focusing on the
meanings of life we're living.
It takes many twists and turns on it's way to our end-
ing of all breath and beating of hearts, shielding the
mind hoping to protect it.
Devastating situations in and through the years caused
us to walk alone, yet walking wearing tee shirt and jeans,
still comfortable and at ease daily, never giving credence
to any part of it's motion.
Comfortable with the muse of life! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This strikes me as one of those times when the bluened force is not present, or at least not to the degree needed to protect your mind from all those alien forces which are Not-Mind. You are not panicing so even in this dire circumstance you are relying on the benevolence of things which your faith assures you is never absent.