Does thinking make you live?
I wonder if it does,
Sometimes I really wish,
My own thinking would stop,
Just to be very still,
In peace with mind and will,
Not even hear a drop,
Of water falling fine,
And wondering, as I stop,
Why is this drop not wine?
I waffle between wanting the constant thinking to stop, and fearing that it will.
the cessation of thought is where YOU are found no more madness where realness is unbound! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kelly gets to the heart of the matter, doesn't he? Every time we think we have our next decisive move planned, there's a glitch which makes us pause and wonder, Should I take this next step? It's Hamlet's crisis in TO BE OR NOT TO BE: Suicide will stop the pain we're feeling now, but what if it will just bring us to a new pain? The last four lines of your poem take us into a heightened region of a sense of wonder that there might still be hope for a kind of natural magic to intervene, with water becoming wine, at least in the Imagination. I'm willing to surrender my will to that saving hope.