When your racehorse mind is running around the track,
and your body feels like a heavy sack,
go inside yourself
and find a soft armchair,
feel the stillness quiet as air
and slowly become aware
of the peace that's always there.
What's real and true is the silence deep in you........
silence pulsing through your blood,
Silence- the nearest thing to God.
What a beautiful and calming poem. Silence is a gift, peace is within us if we allow ourselves to rest.
A wonderful write, dear poetess. The picture here depicts peace in abundance. Thank you! !
Another lovely poem with a beautiful picture. I love the word 'silent' as it contains the letters 'listen'. When we are truly silent we can truly listen.
How beautiful that you saw that Simone. We have to listen before we can hear the silence.
Calming write. Quietly descending on the reader's mind as a gentle morning after a wakeful night. A10
That is a beautiful and pure painting that accompanies this poem. That solitary tree seems to be in deep rapport with cloud overhead. // This poem conveys an ultimate kind of advice because if it is ignored, what is left? So many good things that can rescue us would be squandered, especially the association of God and silence, an opening to the healing forces that shy away from a mind filled with material things. Wallace Stevens wrote in one of his last poems, GOD AND THE IMAGINATION ARE ONE, just as in your poem GOD AND SILENCE ARE ONE. We need a meeting place where our human and divine energies can mesh, as in the painting you chose. That could be sacred ground if we made it so. We need that kind of uncompromising faith
My brother James painting Daniel he is a wonderful artist. Yes I agree Daniel. I love silence for silence sake but I also feel most poets need silence and space for the creative juices to flow. Maybe some don't? I'm curious about that. When the mind is full it seems like there is no space for anything new to move through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We need the racehorse to initiate the idea but it is the deep reflection which allows the poem to take shape. My method is to scribble down the odd phrase or image and then allow it to ferment, sometimes for days. Your poem captures this process for me perfectly. Looks like another Norah poem in my favourites' list.