When The Mind Is Quiet Comments
When the mind is quiet
its a beautiful thing,
snowflakes in the winter
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Hey, Norah! I just read this for the second time and liked it even better. I noticed this time around how the last stanza with its refrain about quiet follows the reference to chimes in the stanza before- which seems to me perfect. A little housekeeping thing- in the first stanza you have its instead of it's. Glen
Thanks Glen for catching that. When my mind is quiet there is room for wonder.
This poem reminds me of Wallace Stevens's poem THE HOUSE WAS QUIET AND THE WORLD WAS CALM, which continues THE READER BECAME THE BOOK, AND SUMMER NIGHT WAS LIKE THE CONSCIOUS BEING OF THE BOOK. Your poem conveys a similar alchemy of Self and Mood and Poetry. The last two lines lifts this perception out of your immediate surroundings to the yet unknowing world which so needs its quiet.
Oh I love the W Steven's comparison Daniel. When I am at home in the present moment the mind becomes quiet and there is such a sense of joy and spaciousness. The simple gift of being always available when the mind is quiet.
When the mind is quiet a thought becomes poetry And words begin to flow filled with imagery A joy for me to read filling me with gaiety Your poem so sublime reflects your fluency
Norah, this is brilliant. Only when the mind is quiet can it rest and focus and lead. Too much stress and not only do thoughts wander, but the very essence of self can find itself lost. A great poem, Norah. A 10.
Yes sometimes I feel like a vast screen in which thoughts move across. I find they come and go but for the most part don't hook him in. I don't take them too seriously anymore but I can still lost in thought MJ Thank you for this thoughtful comment
when the mind is quiet spaciousness sings. sooo true.... only a person who have experienced silence can write this....... God bless you Sister Norah.
and only a person who experiences this can understand. I honor the spaciousness your being moves from Anthony thank you
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A moment of silence can be uplifting as you well know as a poet Margaret Thank you
My mind is seldom quiet, except when taking in the glories of nature
I hear you Kelly, Having outer silence is conducive to experiencing inner silence for me also
spaciousness sings. what a fine line to wake up to. Mr purry's just been groomed. I'm drinking my first cup of very strong black coffee.... spaciousness sings.. Am I in heaven? well, the daffodils fill the garden and the sky is blue. And a great poem to wake up to. Thank you, Norah. Tom
Sounds like heavan to me Tom Ah! ! ! And that first cup of coffee Would love to see a photo of mr Purry
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How rejuvenated one feels in silence and when one truly listens. When mindless chatter is switched off nature will whisper her secrets....she has much to tell us. Sometimes after a busy shift I drive home without listening to music just to simply enjoy silence and when home I'll take a moment to gaze at the stars listening to singing crickets and croaking frogs or the wind dancing in the valley. I love your 'spaciousness sings' in your poem it really does.