Menolyrical; Words for Words' Sake

For my parent's 50th anniversary I had made a book of mandalas and other artworks including some photographic manipulations.  Others more of a scrap-booking/craft style of thing. One was this - part of a greetings card I recycled - and wrote this little ditty to go with it...

the meditator























Single-pointed control of mind is the primary aim.
Many steps and techniques are touted.
Be it transcendental or in the Christian frame,
It must be tried, no doubt about it.

Tho' Fraught with challenges, (I must dare to mention here),
for the mind's of fickle substance;
Plans the shopping, recalls the day, or just sits in fear
Of reaching across the distance

Between the body-present and the ultimate goal,
The open secret we all keep...
Reaching, reaching, just over there, can I feel my soul
Awakened from this dream-filled sleep?


7 comments:

  1. You are so creative! It is lovely as always.

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  2. I am sure they treasured it too. Funny thing, we were reading it off the photo. Didn't see the words below - DUH!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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  3. What a beautiful gift for a big anniversary. I love the words. I've meditated in the past (I'm lapsing these days) - and "fickle" is the best adjective to describe my mind!

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  4. Absolutely lovely and heartfelt! I'm sure they will love it. I did the same thing Murphy did. LOL

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  5. that's a wonderful idea... a gift made with your own hands and straight from your heart :o)

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  6. A lovely keepsake and memory of your parents, The poem and your words are lovely. Enjoy your day!

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