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A quiet quieter than quietness
Suggests itself one nameless afternoon
In a place with no true location
As where I was was no longer my room
One begins by unthinking your thinking
Glimpsing Self in the striving, a stranger new
But dare not wish it nor fear it nor name it
For it departs then leaving noise and only you.
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Such a beautifully minimalist image! 🌿✨ The line captures stillness and introspection, where even silence seems to have its own presence.
thank you very much for appreciating, safia. Yes, the true silence is alive. 🙂
We dwell where we might not want to live. The quiet can get too powerful with messages and may our mind learn to sift through them to find purpose for being there and not find oneself disappointed and wishing we’d never gone there.
Hmmm… this might be a different “quietness” than what I’m talking about — would require deeper investigation. For if there are ‘powerful messages’ to be sifted through then the mind is still too noisy.
i’m not pretending to be a mind-reader. 🙂 This is the interpretation that I drew from your poem for myself. In my case, i get too much static from all sources and a lot of crap has to get sieved through before I arrive at any conclusion, positive or negative, that might send me to the moon or send me to the closet to cry.
Yes, ok. fair enough. Sieve on!
p.s. luv the title
me too 🙂