Float off inside the hum
Like a monotonous choir
Of a small mechanical device
Serenading me
I can feel at peace
As if the world does not exist
And I am not in it
But gone
Far away in some dimension
Where belonging is not a quest
And living is not a duty
For a moment I am unconcerned
With all the things that burdened these seconds
With life and love and sanctity
And I can just be
Me
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I love the poem and and the photo 🙂
Thank you so much! I felt like it was a bit like rambling but I’m glad you liked it!
I love both as well. I am often comforted by your lines. I love this one. Such a dreamy poem. Makes me long for picnics along the rings of Saturn. Even if that’s not what you meant for it. 😉
Thank you muse. That sounds wonderful 🙂
It is. It’s such a wonderful time. Dreamland is a lovely shade of grey.
Unless you dream about an explosion in a paint store 😉
Perhaps they are in the business of selling paint in shades of grey. 😉
Perhaps 🙂
A gentle restful poem, to sleep if not to dream!
Thank you willow! May your rest be sweet
Serenity….. in between times, I call it, VW, …. floating in a vacuum of weightless and protective silence. Recharging the mental batteries. (and boy oh boy,. do mine need recharging..!! Mental wise 😉 ) xPenx
Yes, I cannot seem to escape lately. I hope you find some charge time today 🙂
Thank you, Pen
i like the time between sleep and not sleep twighlight i call it not fully here and not fully there lovely xxjen
Thank you Jenny!
Comforting and restful. Wonderful words they are perfect when I can not seem to escape as if it some how helps me 🙂
Thank you very much! I hope your rest is sweet!
You never cease to amaze me. So simple yet so profound. A great call to repose. I love it!
Thank you, BlueGem! Glad you stopped by
In the midst of a single moment tranquility of the mind can be so enriching, and yet as the reality surges into consciousness of being there is a multifaceted flow of energy that only the one at peace can fathom, in a neverending capsule of pure thought…
I really like this
one Vampire weather 🙂
Androgoth
Such tantalizing thoughts, Andro. Thank you my friend
it makes me want to go to sleep and forget the day….thank you. sweet dreams 🙂
Thank you Bella 🙂 sweet dreams
Such an honest and raw piece. You seemed to expose a little more of yourself here. Beautiful.
Perhaps. Artists tell lies in order to tell the truth 🙂
Just, magnificent
Thank you, ma’am
I’m reminded of the increadible highs
I often get when laying on the floor of
a dark room and listening to music. By
consentrating on the sound, I attain a
level of happiness so great, I wonder
if it’s possible to be too happy – or so
happy it hurts. Is this what is giong on
when people speak in toungues and
claim to be haveing a religious
experience?
There are not many feelings better than a dark place to listen to music uninterrupted. I used to set up a full sound system in my room, put pillows on the floor, turn out the lights and listen to music for hours. It really is like a religious experience. Almost all religions employ music, and I think that is rightfully so. There is even an intriguing argument that the Genesis account of creation was God singing the world into existence, not simply speaking. After all “Universe” is from the root word we still use today to describe music and poetry. Thank you for stopping by and commenting!
Such a remarkable tale of peace. I hope you are you more often. For what I have seen, you are a beautiful soul and a kind heart. One that knows pain but has also felt joy. I love reading your words, they are truley inspiring.
Thank you very much Jenny. I will probably never be more “me” than I am alone in the dark. It is like a divine sanctuary from the world
I understand that, the one place were we are free to speak with no questions or consiquence.
Thank you Jenny 🙂 it’s good to see you back