Shadow of Moving Thoughts

Shadow of Moving Thoughts

…Saturday…3:21 in the afternoon…an almost empty coffee shop…a cup of coffee…a cranberry/blueberry bran muffin…a pen and a notebook…i try to write…i labor…i sweat…i struggle…thoughts in a twirl and swirl…they do not make sense…the first line of the poem is as elusive as a snow leopard in the Himalayas…blank ruled page…blank rules this time…i try to go deep, i get lost instead in a sea of nothingness…seems like dealing with a Koan…my pen still not moving…i see the moving shadow of a bird on a wall…what a scene…so surreal…i thought of 2 hands mimicking a bird figure…and then i realize i also deal with shadows of moving thoughts but facing a blank wall…a wall of non-remembrance…a cell phone rings, shattering the available modicum of silence…my thoughts further disintegrate…outside a dark-colored car whizzes by…the sky a steely grey…i am done with the bran muffin…the coffee cup is empty…and i am still empty…I put down my pen and leave the idea of writing a poem slightly ajar…a nice way to surrender for there is wisdom in yielding in the moment…in the non-doing…I hope the flow will come later…still flow-less after 30 minutes of waiting…but it makes sense…and i find it marvelous…this non-writing purifies this empty mind, the way I see it, as it propagates the un-mentioned…the presence of a bare existence…the shadow of the bird on the wall is gone…I hear soft whisperings as I patiently pay attention to the flow of sweaty hours…no flow of words though…and I left the coffee shop quietly…and I find this poetic…

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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.
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10 Responses to Shadow of Moving Thoughts

  1. Geo Sans says:

    the silences

    are

    always as important

    as

    the sounds

  2. j.h. white says:

    Those silences, huh? And then the wind blows through

  3. Teri says:

    And yet, you were writing, in that coffee shop, describing what you saw, heard, and it was not pleasing to you at first, trying to write a poem became a labour, but you were writing, and then, the surrender, the non-doing, the stillness, and you were at peace.

    • yes
      there are times when just being at peace with oneself
      is already poetry manifested in bare existence.
      that bare existence could be the essence.
      thanks, Teri, for the insightful thoughts.

  4. You are into meditation. I shall do it myself, thanks to your trigger, as I lay in my hospital bed recovering from a climbing fall.

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