the silence, the emptiness
caressing the mind
here and there random
thought form, impulse
a wave of bliss
passing through
softly
alertness one moment
close to sleep the next
stillness unmoved
just the slow breath
lifting the ribs
feeling of nothingness
connected to the whole
falling
inside an eruption
fire flowing
in a stream
no resistance
freedom
instead
allow me to ponder
the living art
of reading bodies
greatly overlooked
for its accuracy
what forms the body
is our mental chatter
reoccurrence of feelings
when we meet new person
we know instantly
who they are
before they talk
shaping the formless
embodying the emotions
hands holding trauma
shoulders carrying
weight of the world
legs the support structure
of the living energy
skin thin easy to get under
the reason we often wish
to change our body is
due to our incongruent
thoughts, words and actions
we feel we should look one way
yet the reflection in the mirror
speaks volumes of how
we truly function inside
brave up and
embrace ourselves
just the way
we are
perfect
for spotify subscribers – the poem above read by the author
too fat for a morning jog
too fat for a gym
too fat for a nature’s walk
too fat for a swim
nothing helps to motivate
green shake taste of grass
gym right across the road
tight leggings sign of class
the body growing bigger suit
the mystery of getting lean
the food intake is increasing
no movement to be seen
there are reasons to cry
and yet more to laugh
what brings our satisfaction
being content with half
to eat less to drink more
to think less to love more
to dream less to live more
to sit less to move more
saying that watching the screen
tell me what do I mean
deep down the endless fight
delish food or looking light
recording of the above poetry read by the author
clean sheet of screen paper
fingers ready to type
the phone makes a sound
distracted and curious
who is on the other side
just have a quick look
…
one thing leads to another
a few hours later
finally back to typing
now all prepared
the muse is late
…
waiting waiting waiting
patiently for her arrival
in the meantime
thoughts about food enter
…
here come hunger pangs
or perhaps just peckish
no space for poetry
inside an empty mind
…
peek into the fridge
not much choice
where is the muse
maybe stuck in traffic
…
banana an energy boost
maybe it will inspire
the phone rings
lengthy discussion about nothing
…
back to the writing screen
where is the muse so long
when one needs her most
what has happened to her
…
put on some smooth tunes
that will help for sure
falling into meditation
memories come and go
…
an hour later awakened
from retro emotional trip
when the music finished
startled by cheesy voice in ads
…
muse still nowhere to be seen
must have slept in
best to think in positives
she will come again
…
until that moment though
there is not much one can do
other than
to write
nevertheless
