There is no name for this hint of 'suchness'
Erupting through an ordinary day,
Not as a reasonable grief, a consequence
Of known bereavement, some interior death
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......... There is a strange richness In this surrender, when the bounds of the body Are broken and the mind is in flood, A beautiful description of a mental state! From the monotony of daily rituals and life's bereavements and heart aches, when we allow our body to be free, our mind gathers a new richness and the scenes around suddenly begin to glow in a new light. The flight of parakeets in the dusk captures your attention, bringing in sudden joy! Lovely write!
Thank you, dear Poet Valsa George, for your affirmative comment on this poem; written decades ago, that I remembered on reading your praise of birds on the wing. Your reading gives me both encouragement and the urge to 'strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield', (Tennyson's last line in 'Ulysses') . Madhavan
A wonderful poem- - - -Some beautiful feelings come in some dull moments - - - there is no explanation for 'suchness'- -It is like a light that filters from 'unlived moments'- - - There is a strange richness in this surrender, when the bound of the body is broken and mind is in flood. It is like getting inspiration when mind opens up to higher thinking or a feeling of blissfulness.