(Poem 24 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
“This body is like a roost that my thoughts come home to, but they fly in and out so fast that you might as well say they live in the air.” -Merlin, Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard
Scatter gold dust to the wind-
a reward to her for giving all
the answers to who we are.
Knowing a name means little
these days, for titles are mere
representations of nothing,
lacking solidity, misleading labels.
Analyst, mother of three, married,
divorced, married again –
an unconditioned being hemmed
in by components, containers,
barriers…
We become invisible, hidden,
buried under too many layers
by the weight of the past.
Mother worries they’ve gotten
themselves arrested again.
Wife is pleased he’s proud of her.
Writer toys with the next best
word to make herself sound smart.
To shed the roles like a too-hot
fleece and notice who is thinking
those thoughts awakens the
awareness of the observer.
This nameless state is the real,
pure, fundamental self, the I
behind the I, the untouched
silent soul beyond the noise,
beyond breath, beyond life,
beyond…
@Home Studio – 24th poem of the year
Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.35-40.
Runner ups for the AI gold dust on the wind photos to accompany my poem:
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