Friday Poem: Brink

“A masterpiece is not the result of sudden inspiration, but the product of a lifetime of thought.”

Virginia Woolf

posy

Meditating or sleeping
I am hovering on the edge
Of something almost understood.
What is it?
I turn my head;
It disappears
Just beyond my grasp,
just beyond comprehension,
Just beyond realisation.
It is a light
I glimpse but cannot see;
A solidity that dissolves
Before my touch.

If I can make myself
Quiet and empty enough
Perhaps it will enter
By itself.window

Sometimes things just won’t come together, and it all seems like too much struggle. Sometimes there’s no time to do all the things I want to do, and the would-be masterpieces are nothing but vague ideas, bubbling away gently on the back-burner of my mind. That’s a really good time to let everything go, to just sit (or walk) and be mindful, to flow in the effortless way of a river. Eventually, things will become clear again by themselves.

I hope.

red moon 2

That’s the eclipse of the moon, a couple of nights ago. Eventually it came back, all by itself!

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