Tasting with closed eyes
Flavors penetrate my tongue
Joy to eat alone.
Listening eyes closed
Seeing music march on scales
Hearing notes anew.
Pinpoints of darkness
Bring to life like grains of salt
Hidden lovely things.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Lovely!
I’m glad you like it. 🙂
There is so much to discover when we do things mindfully 🙂
So true. 🙂
that second stanza is excellent
Thank you, Heath.
If only I hadn’t thought of weight scales v music scales when I read this! That part of my psyche will probably remain forever twisted.
I like your seeing things your way as you read my poem. That is one of my favorite things about writing poetry – putting out words that people will use their imagination to connect.
Particularly delightful. Took me into the experience with you. Yes, cutting down on sensory input does intensify experiences.
Thanks, Eileen. I like that you also experience this. I sometimes close my eyes to better understand British actors on some of my favorite PBS TV shows.