Tuesday, September 23, 2014

calculus of my being




i sit before this tree staring at its large trunk
knowing of the many suns and moons it has seen
whose limbs expand as wide as the sky,
the many tumultuous winds it has survived
the lost fingered limbs having been regenerated

pondering on this feeling of discomfit of
where my place in the calculus of this i belong,
the days stimuli has led me here to sit
and think that the disarray of my being
can be calmed ~ohm~ release the me, become this tree

in this torpor , i shall find the quiet stillness,
will reap benefits of freshness and lucidity,
replace the mixed up feelings of many things much like
the contents of various drawers overturned on to the floor,
i know that the scarlet-colored sun will fill
the hollowness of my weary hours

 
 

14 comments:

  1. This is wonderful and I especially love the last lines - that scarlet-colored sun filling "the hollowness of my weary hours". I share your weariness, my friend.

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  2. Quiet stillness is a great refresher for both body and mind.

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  3. A poem to hug trees by.... Nice nature-filled poem.

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  4. That's quite the "calculus" ...wonderful!
    ZQ

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  5. I do think one can gain so much by pondering a tree or anything in nature. One cannot help but be comforted by the stillness and the sun...and hopefully take away some of the feelings of hollowness inside.

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  6. especially liked the image of overturned drawers.beautiful lines, almost a meditative journey into oneself.thanks also for your constant comments on my poems.

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  7. nature, trees can bring stillness to our shattered minds..beautiful.

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  8. Being out there in nature is the poet's paradise. We seem to be able to 'feel' it rather than just look at it.

    Nice writing. :-)

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  9. There is comfort in the closeness and wisdom of the trees.

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  10. i really love the visual of sitting in the grace, meditating to this tree...thinking of it's long life, it's many suns. what a spectacular write!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  11. the sun will ultimately sift us all...there is a nice zen to this awareness of yourself and the tree...and in finding our place in all of it...even if only for a moment...

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  12. Trees hold such a beautiful mystery and wisdom to them....and they certainly are an inspiration for poets across time. This is lovely!

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