Take a step back,
a moment inside yourself
Outside all of the revelry
and the cajoling
Deep inside your head
where the only voice is your own
Reflect on possibility
Wonder at truths
See what’s invisible,
the thing that’s not there
Touch the immutable Truth
behind the moment
Stop and sense and know
what nobody else can tell you
It’s right there all the time
but few ever see it
A poem of profound truths. "See....the thing that's not there." Quite wonderful. I went back and read it a second time, and it clicked.
ReplyDeleteEric,
ReplyDeleteI love the reflection and wonderment within your words.
Very nice indeed,
Eileen
This is what the tired monk seeks.
ReplyDeleteSherry - Wow, I don't know that I've had the adjetive "profound" used for one of my works before - I humbly thank you.
ReplyDeleteEileen - Glad you enjoyed it.
Ollie - Tired monks are wise that way.
Eric, this is a reality check. You know your own voice!
ReplyDeleteVery well said, Eric.
ReplyDeleteI like this. :-)
I can see you in the woods in between shots finding that place in the quite white and gray solitude.
ReplyDeleteOOh, I love this. Wonderful and wise! :-)
ReplyDeleteSuccinct and sage-like, indeed.
ReplyDeleteThe answer always lies within...
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