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Meditation

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English Poetry

Halt, halt,

Oh thought-bird, halt;

Resist your fluttering,

Against the bar of time.

Steady, steady,

Oh mind-bird, steady;

Regain your poise,

On the edge of space.

Still, still,

Oh soul-bird, still;

Resume your flight through inward outlet,

To the choiceless reality.

Kusum.

 

10 Comments

  1. kanchana says:

    The object whose speed has no brakes and clutches …very beautiful and realistic definition.

  2. deep says:

    Meditation is doing nothing
    Great poem ma’am
    Loved it

  3. Vishvnand says:

    Fantastic.
    Feel of meditation so elegantly pictured and captured in the words of poetry.
    “Oh soul-bird, still;
    Resume your flight through inward outlet,
    To the choiceless reality.”
    which then of itself provides divine delight freedom & flexibility

    Loved the poem immensely
    Hearty Kudos

  4. Hi Kusum,
    you are on your favourite theme- soul and meditation.The metaphor of thought , mind and soul as fluttering bird is the common thread that leads the meditator to his inward eye. Nicely woven .
    sarala

  5. sonal says:

    beautiful poesy … 🙂

  6. anuradha says:

    Today I read again. Great poetry really Kusum and also true poetry. I always used to say; without using the word u are describing (here meditation) describing it and revealing all its ramifications is the sign of great poetry and true poetry…wonderful read.

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