Deep In Thought

Deep In Thought

…we sat down in one tender moment of empty words…and without thoughts…and with our hands entwined…it took so many years doing this…now I sit in silence, deep in thought, as I watch a bird…and in some corner of my heart, I felt a sting…

Advertisements

About Virgilio Gavia

Interests: poetry, photography, writing (prose and poetry), walking/hiking, reading (non-fiction and books of poetry) drinking coffee and herbal teas, camping, fishing, contemplating, solitude, silence, traveling, faded jeans, meaningful conversation, wabi-sabi, haiku, tanka, Jazz, Classical, oldies, all the books of Thomas Merton, Joseph Campbell, Thomas Moore, John O'Donohue, Mary Oliver, David Whyte, Mark Strand, ancient Chinese and Japanese poets, The Bible, spirituality, philosophy, psychology, sociology, history, humanities and the arts.
Image | This entry was posted in Connection, Contemplation, Existentialism, Inner Knowing, Inner Life, Intuition, Love, memories, Monochrome, Photography, Poetry, Remembrance, Ruminations, sentimentalism and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

8 Responses to Deep In Thought

  1. maskednative says:

    Your poem is so tender, and so heart-breaking.The sting in a corner of your heart, shared with the birds that visit, healing you.

    • thanks, Teri. so much to reflect on the past…the sting will always be there…and the bird…and those moments that float like clouds…and the presence….defined who I am…and i am loving it…you are right, it is healing…

  2. j.h. white says:

    …and to share these moments with us, Virgilio…. the world heart only grows stronger. Peace, dear friend.

    • thanks, J…there is a deeper current…a deeper texture…that reaches down into the depths of my being human…there is always a blessing and that is, as you wrote, “…the heart only grows stronger.” namaste, my dear friend…

  3. elizz says:

    oh.. broken-hearted? as they say virgilio, time will heal all wounds.. you’ll be okay soon 🙂

    • thanks, Elizz…it is actually deeper than having a broken heart…one of those profound questions in life where it is so hard to put in words…but it is in fully embracing the experience, not only just keeping it,which is the gift, the blessing…there is a tender reality beneath the experience…i hope i did not confuse you…reminds me of this lovely last verse of Pablo Neruda’s poem, Love Sonnet XCIV:

      Absence is a house so transparent
      that I, lifeless, will see you, living,
      and if you suffer, my love, I will die again.

  4. johnthebarman says:

    I empathise with that. You explore a special place. Its hard to do in words.

    • hi John, thanks for the visit…and you are right, it is a special place…and a special moment…though there is pain, there is also some kind of rightness to it as it delivers to me a gift of healing…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s