Good morning. I hope this Sunday finds you well. Sundays are devoted to poetry on the blog. Write a poem today. It will help you to get to know yourself. Sylvia Plath said this: “Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You’ve got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you’ve got to burn away all the peripherals.” Here is my “burning away of the peripherals” for today:
Sometimes the surface of the water is still as glass.
Nothing breaking in, disturbs its placidness for long.
Sometimes the surface of the water is flowing.
It has direction and purpose and aim.
Sometimes the surface of the water is choppy and topsy turvy.
It doesn’t know which way to turn.
Interestingly, everything underneath the surface is the same stuff.
It’s the conditions outside of the lake that tend to ruffle the surface.
Underneath the surface, the fishes swim, the rocks lie still, and the algae grows,
Always just being the flourishing interior life of the lake,
totally and blissfully unaware of any disturbance outside itself.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Here is the question of the day from 3000 Questions About Me:
858. What do you find monotonous?