At any given time things can change direction,
Not allowing time for a planned correction.
Always speeding through life without enough time in the day,
Abruptly slowing down to a screeching halt along the way.
Boredom sets in,
The days start to blend,
Time to reassess?
Time to discover new interests?
Rather than question the reason,
Take it from one who is seasoned,
Enjoy the lull,
Before your schedule once again becomes entirely too full.
I am an ecxellent lazy bum, so I take good care of each glorious moment of freedom from schedules. Then go back to work and enjoy that as much as well. Well written.
Wisely written. This morning while watching the news, my cable Internet provider failed and the reporter, about to tell me how bad things were in California, froze with his mouth open. Without an Internet or able to use my desktop phone, I took advantage of the situation and started to do something that I had done on my computer for some time.
But when everything started working about noon, I got back out of that quiet, contemplative time and I'm back reading and commenting on poems like yours again.
Indeed, there is something to be said for simply doing nothing at all. Sometimes, when I stare off into space, people look at me and ask: What are you think about"? and I reply: Nothing, nothing at all. What a pleasure it can be to think of "nothing at all." Your poem has inspired me.
This combined narrative dialogue and play is about the uncreated, unborn and undying transcendent Self of God-consciousness and Buddha-nature. It describes an odyssey of transcendent Consciousness Awakening and Remembrance.
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.
The Double Mirrors and Ones and Zeros theories, by Dylan Tauber. Parallel mirrors in our minds produce a vision of the infinite. Love is all that exists. Free PDF download.
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But when everything started working about noon, I got back out of that quiet, contemplative time and I'm back reading and commenting on poems like yours again.
Ron