Thinking Without Thinking Poem by Dave James

Today I tried to play my part
Enrolling in a dying art,
A quiet room so dimly lit
Would seem to be the easy fit.

I took in calmness all around
A quiescent mood so seldom found
A non-betrayal of life's white noise
A divergent yet unequal poise

A silence made of less the day
But more from things I failed to say
A quiet, a calm, a reticent speech
While never spoken still could teach

The rarest glimpse while still alive
Of noise necessity to thrive
We've lost the art of thinking real
Immersive streams that life will steal

A prosaic list of endless weary
We don't think, so we don't query
Sublime entrenchment is our default
Unwilling, unable to call a halt

To think, not think, is our own betrayal
So ill conceived but life's own veil
Retreat and rise refreshed and free
To Think, not Think all you can be.