‘All that is dear to me and everything I love are of the nature to change. There is no way to escape being separated from them’.
Photo by Gray Summers.
THE MUSIC.
A rhythmic musical Mantra?
An awaiting softly sung made up melody awaiting future words?
Or
Nothing? Just close my eyes and listen……
Breathe deeply………..Slowly.
MINDFULNESS.
Your outside is not seen
By anyone else outside,
Looking in.
Because you are inside within a place
A palace
That breathes isolating serenity.
Your inside feels awed by the possibility
Of a perfect moment in time
When you are using
Your mindful brain.
It’s bliss.
Full on non-thinking.
Then?
A crack of shimmering interruption.
Silvery, tantalising lights.
Unwanted thought.
Tempting.
Should I chase this plethora of silvery threads
To find where they could take me?
No.
Do not break perfection on a whim.
They shimmer again.
A gain!
No.
Disaster.
But there they are.
There it is.
Snowflake, snowfall, translucent and beautifully silvery white.
Like shimmering liquid alabaster.
Dream thought
Impossible not to chase
Or Touch.
Its threads akin to grimoire inclusions.
A chance taken?
Perchance to fall?
Perchance to fail?
‘Obviously, no.
Perchance to dream’, they whisper.
Tendril threads
Dance with glee.
Not sinisterly.
But in sincerity.
Singing soft swished swirling notes
And waiting patiently.
Hoping. Probing.
Using their own sweeping
Ethereal sung dream.
Mind inside pushes aside.
Ignoring the outcomes.
Envisaging
By not looking
Not listening
At all.
The Mind already knows.
That the inner soul, when once settled,
Provides its own magical spell.
Gray Summers 