The morning came in slowly
like a languid melody carried loftily by the wind
Here I was again, a traveling wavelength - pensive,
drowsy, but coherent. Savoring a cup of lukewarm coffee,
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Oh, the wonder of the IMAGINATION! You use the term DOUBLE CONSCIOUSNESS which is very true and fair because it treats the MEANDERING mind with respect as the equal of the FOCUSED mind which does the work of the world but has no awareness of our need to be totally and radically f-r-e-e. This poem provodes such an escape with its images of benign place of escape. Reading it help me refocus on the required task so that I can later pursue the imaginative journey. Excelsior!
A perfect work about a state of mind that we can all say we've experienced. Poetry about everyday life, and the dreams we all share....those are rarities. A magnificent work, Nika. A 10.
I know this Meandering Mind! It's mine too, even when driving like you. You capture the delightful, imaginative pleasure of such meandering, which must suit something deeply similar in the mind's natural working, because it takes so readily to these flights. And these flights in general and your poem in particular persuade me there is a component to MIND which can never be satisfied with just this dimension of reality but seeks out TRANSCENDENCE.
Hey, Nika! I like the description here of what I’ve heard described as monkey mind, and, of couse, I relate. I particularly like the opening—The morning came in slowly like a languid melody...—which gets well the feeling of your mind experiencing the real it observes. -Glen