A stranger instructs
three breaths, and as clarity climbs
with barely a beat, I’m gone
out of body
in the mists
Is time a song on repeat?
For 30 minutes I float
in riddles
Who am I?
I cannot fathom
a hidden chorus
knows only
what it’s not
It’s Open Link Night at dVerse, so I’m expanding a little on a twitter poem I published recently. I love clearing my mind with singing bowls and hope you enjoy the link!
Tricia Sankey 
I can see why you like singing bowls- so lovely and calming. And your words are beautiful as well.
Thanks, Linda! I am getting better at sitting still and just allowing my thoughts to slow down. Thanks for hosting!! 💗
Happy to be here. ❤️
I can recognise a Buddhist retreat when I see, I mean read, one! Wish I was that good.
Haha! Thanks! I like the mindfulness philosophy of allowing and observing thoughts. I still follow Jesus as well!💓
Good.
No, you don’t need a title! The question speaks for itself, doesn’t it? In listening to the singing bowls, I too feel like a question is being asked each time, riddles, and something being answered. The marvel is that you capture all this in your few short lines. Well done, Tricia!
pax,
dora
Thanks, Dora! You get me!! 🌼🙏🎉💕
I can imagine how wonderful you feel after. I love “Is time a song on repeat?”
I just played the beginning of the video–I wish you could have seen Ricky the Cat’s reaction. 😀
Thanks, Merril! Ricky needed a warning, huh? 😸
He was OK, but his ears were on alert! 😀
He will acclimate after 30 minutes! 😆
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The exercise will lead you to the poem inside the poem. Keep it up!
Sooo many layers of poems to unpeel, 😍 thanks, Brendan!
Big chunk of my life (minus the oceanside) you’ve captured here TS. Thanks.
Title, Schmitle, I say.
Thanks so much, Ron! The lucid moments sneak in but us writers probably do spend more time floating in the ether! 💞
Interesting. I have tinnitus 24/7. I can go hours without realizing it’s there, but when I pay attention to it, it stays. All the singing bowl did was bring the tinnitus right to the front, so I guess it’s not my thing. On the other hand, I could meditate to the waves. White noise is my friend. When I looked for beach glass on Lake Ontario, I was just above the water line but I could feel those waves wash over me. (Every once in while, they actually did.) Your words (and the waves in the video) took me back.
Thanks, Ken! I can understand how the different vibrations of the bowls might be triggering for some, but happy the ocean waves bring you peace. 💓🌊💓
Ah, the beauty and clarity that comes with meditation! I will listen to this next time I need to tune out…
I try to schedule some downtime every day now. It really makes a difference! 💓
I do too: I think rather than waste time, it creates more.
Yes, self-care is essential!
How calming and serene this is. No need for a title. Thanks for the singing bowl video and will be listening to it too.
A little poetry and meditation is a must! Thanks, Grace! 💞
“Is time a song on repeat” …. six words to ponder / savor. Well done!
Thanks so much, Helen! 💓🎶💓
floating in riddles…what a wonderful thought. (K)
Thanks, Kerfe, at least riddles are never boring! ❣
Life is filled with them–and you’re right, they keep us on our toes.
Thank you for reminding me to get off of the internet and do my afternoon meditation.
~Namaskar, Jason
Enjoy! ❤️🙏❤️
Oh, what a lovely sensory offering, Tricia! Thank you ❤
Nice to hear you enjoyed it, Sunra! 💓
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