Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Weard


Painting by American Artist Will Wilson
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This wonderful image brought on a poem:
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Wearying, wearing -
the tides of mind, the push and pull,
the endless 'tractions of the world:
de-, con-, dis-, at-, in-, ex-,
whether it's grit's irritation
or enamour of pearl.
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Closed eyes close out the world
but not the mind.
A deep breath may extinguish it for but a minute.
How to push away that intractable tractor?
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Who is distracted, weary, or worn?
"We are weary", say bodies, say minds.
But who wears them?
(in both senses of the word)
Who is the moon of their tides?
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Who decides to pause and be gathered
or be pulled away and scattered?
Who if not the world itself?
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All dis-tractions
are our own,
each one happens
in the tractless Self,
which is both
tractor and tractee,
breather and breathed.

2 comments:

Bhalachandra said...

Wow! You have some interesting blogs. I am a Sahaja Yogi from USA Seattle. Where are you from. Please check out my blog, http://enlightenedpoetry.blogspot.com/

I like your haiku blog. I also write haiku.

jeronimus said...

Hi Bhalachandra
I'm a Sahaja Yogi based in Sydney, Australia.
Thanks for your comment.
I enjoyed reading your blog too.
JSM
Jeronimus