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dVersepoets Prompt – dVerse Meeting the Bar
hosted by Victoria C. Slotto :
victoria presents one of my most favorite topics, the sense of being in the moment
she begins with a statement i myself feel fully :
“I am not a Buddhist, per se. Aspects of Buddhism, however, have inspired me for many years, in particular, mindfulness meditation….”
then showcases examples of being in the now – snippets of data awash in each of the five senses, followed by a poem by louise hastings illustrating the pull of the seasons in one woman’s now
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Mindfulness, Heart and Mind
victoria’s excellent intro brought to mind a couple of twangs of my own regarding mindfulness –
one, how often various proponents focus only on the heart and disparage the mind
my own feeling, which i express often here on my site 😉 is that ideally, a blending, almost a respect and compassion, between the two, would be even better
carol horton has one of my favorite articles, regarding right and left brain, which i think equally applies (and which she posted on her site a year to the date tomorrow!)
two, is my idea of how / where creativity takes place; but first, this background material, from victoria :
“the words we commit to paper or hard drive are born in the present moment. In order to create, we need to carve out a place and time of silence. We need to slow down and notice details, to block out distraction, and open up to inspiration. Silence, awareness, focus….”
a problem potentially occurs semantically when silence is interpreted as only being able to be when one is literally alone, with no disturbing sound around –
this problem potentially re-occurs in the final three words “silence, awareness, focus” –
Silence
silence, to me, has meant the silencing of both the mind and the heart
the human heart is wonderful, as is the human mind, and both have shown the capacity for infinite good, and evil – which might well be the definition of being human 😉
the silencing of both, allows awareness, and with focus, i believe, creates the opening for each person’s best road of approach in that moment, either the mind or the heart, or, in those rare wonderful times, both the mind and the heart
anyway 😉 that’s my theory, and my experience
which, i recognize, doesn’t mean i’m not missing something
Accepting Individuality Within Oneness
but i must work with what i have, believe, and can accomplish
when i’ve sensed this most, are in momentous crowds, and the moments before sleep
weird huh? 😉
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Live in the Moment Before I Sleep
the cotton sheets crinkle they’re
so crisp
cool
to my touch
sheila’s asleep ill for
a few days
her breathing’s rough
but her scent is
warm
the bed cool
beneath me as i
slip-pull
into
our bed
sleep is the moment
where one
lives
broadest in time
my slowing breath
a slow bellows
beckons
the past, my slightly hunched
shoulders ease, rest back
upon the soft cover
sighing
i was five then-now the
fever so high angels
swirled above me
aside my
parents praying beside
me
sheila stirs restless resting
uneasy
shhh shhh
my mother laid her hands across my
forehead my dad watching
with softened eyes
shhh shhh
i touch sheila to ease her
sleep-jerky fever
shh shh
the
breath is easier and
darkness comes
wrapped
in light streaked silk
and
morning
comes
after the long moment of night
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nice man…perfect capture of the moment…and love the contrast of the cool sheets and the warm scent of her as well…still recovering sleep from my trip but was nice to be in my own bed last night…
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thanks for stopping in brian, but goodness young man, get some rest, some of that twilight moment stuff 😉 rest well, recovery is moment to moment too 😉
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A wonderful reflection leading into your poem and I so like how you’ve made present both memories and the now. But then, I wouldn’t expect less from you, my friend.
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the present is so full of sensory potential, but yes, it seems to always be equally filled with memories mixed good and otherwise, but sorta sautéing the main meal of the present 😉 i’m very glad you liked it victoria, thank you 😉
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you paint a beautiful picture of sleep, even if plagued by fever… a time to rest, soul and body.
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soul and body, yes 😉 a time to rest
wish i’d had an image for this one, the ones you use with your own work are really nice combinations, nice work!
best wishes 😉
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I really enjoyed this sir. I posted it on my Facebbok wall. Hope yo do not mind. Loved the stillness in the poem.
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thanks walter, i’m glad the sillness spoke to you well, as gay below say, the night can be comforting
yes, please do use the poem; as always just include a link back to my posting of it
i did try to find your fb page but couldn’t, send to me when you can
thanks so much again walter, best wishes 😉
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Your poem tutors us that perhaps the moments that inform us most may be the ones where sleep gives us dreams to write on. Comforting and insightful.
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thanks gay, there is a comfort there i believe, sleep and the night give us so much, it’s kinda incredible how little i know of that time, yet it waits for us, requires us to visit it, amazing sometimes the thing i feel gel and mingle as i go to sleep 😉 thanks for coming by 😉
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A very tender moment.
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thanks so much oceangirl 😉 i’m glad you felt that from my poem 😉
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