Crossing [Day 93]
Crossing
Back and forth
over the barrier
of sleep
to feel
the onset of bliss,
Is there any rest
that restores the untarnished?
In a moment's pause
clear thoughts have their lifetimes
and perish into the deep.
Is there any place
where thought lives:
independent of pain,
unindulgent of flesh?
Poetry
Written by
@d-pend on 6/7/18
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Fractals by
tatasz
.1 — "Sleep"
2 — "Colorful"
3 — "Holes"
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Great image, which for me really starts to unpick the illusion of time generally, and of the moment in particular. Time is as we experience it - those epiphanic and perfectly still moments seem to stretch wide beyond the mere seconds they inhabit.
That moment before sleep too, barely conscious, when 'pseudo-dreams' start to play through the mind. It really is like transcending time in a way, when we are aware of ourselves but not in that physical, everyday sense.
'Rest restoring the untarnished' is one of those paradoxes that gets my mind whirring... a spiritual or psychological restoration perhaps. There's so much here to mull over, even for its relatively short length. So very well constructed!
I love questions @d-pend. I think I was sleeping when you wrote this. Now it's Friday afternoon here and I'm really thinking about your questions:
and
I know you didn't intend for these questions to be answered so I won't answer them. I was stimulated like a mosquito bite to answer these questions but I will just enjoy the poem and relax.
Chill and have a great weekend.
It's as hot as Araf here.
At least it is still cool enough in the evening to sleep well.
Thank you for this ponder, there is much here for me. Gorgeously hued and a strangely melancholic write.
Beautiful. The 1-million buck question. I guess such a place must exist; otherwise, we would not even have hints at that possibility. Our dreams and the our inability to get hold of them give us for than frustration. They also give us the inspiration to consider those metaphysical possibilities. An existence detached or devoid of earthly occlusions.
Lovely.
Internal peace is the place :)
Not a 'place' but certainly a state. Wonderful metaphysical write, Daniel:)
Eternal rest to be a reference to die after so much fighting
You will see that when the new sun arises
all your doubts will be gone and the pain too.
The place is in the light.
A hug , @d-pend.
Great poem. I love that moment right before you fall asleep when you are between sleep and alertness.
If you hear the word butterflies, then the mind becomes good. What a kind of purity can be reflected in this? The butterfly itself is compared to the butterfly in the color and the picture. What could be more beautiful than in nature? At this moment I do not remember. I have run behind the butterfly in my childhood. And now the butterfly in this Dhaka city can be seen as rare as seeing Halley's comet. How to make butterflies without flowers? Oh,