judyanne
judyanne
Mar 15, 2015

a realisation

Poem Body

people ask if I meditate still
as I did when my son was first missed
in hours of yoga each morning and evening
seeking answers, assuaged in still bliss

how to reply is a tad difficult
for I spend, I think, more time a day
but in seconds only, in quiet small fragments
never wandering too far away

because, in those epochs of pure golden light
that cleansed me waxed-white with its wisdom
I understood things not especially secret
but simple stuff I had forgotten

such as, I have only the now and the here
the perpetual of future and past fluctuation
and Heaven’s reputed supreme happiness
is not confined just to the end destination

and too, that we all have a pre-agreed purpose
that only pretends to be hidden
and we are, each one, in our place to achieve
to either deliver, or learn, a life lesson

in truth, we're all together somewhere
in a beautiful evermore now
and everywhere, is the First Ancient One
who, some way, takes care of the how
.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Western Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Favourite poets? So many, so varied. I like particular songs, not necessarily the singer... and the same goes for poetry. I can honestly say though, that Alfred Noyes' The Highwayman was what inspired my love of poetry - my mother began reading it to me when I was still a baby, and it became my favourite bedtime story

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Comments

L

We are all connected, we are all One. We are both the Ocean and the waves. Its our conditioned egoic consciousness which promotes the lie of separation. I meditate but don't have set times, and even meditate whilst on the throne :-)

Enjoyed this Judy.

R

raj

10 years 1 month ago

there are so many verses which emit wisdom in this poem, as if you are the messenger chosen by Him to let others know some essential facts of life, its meaning and purpose. Thought provoking and the title fits the poem like a glove is what me thinks.

Regards,

judyanne

Thank you very much for the kind words
Lol - I doubt that's true, or if I am, I am a very bad conduit and can't get the message straight, as I have to keep coming back to this with little edits of parts that are annoying me...

Love judy
xxx

R

Oh Ok. Hope my comment did not add to your annoyance. I suggest you sleep over whatever is annoying you...which would perhaps reduce the annoyance levels.

Regards,

S

for judy

In the midst of deep despair
we beseech and seek out the why
we search with gnashing teeth and prayer
with streaming eyes turned to the sky.

And time passes and efforts wain
grief can not be borne for ever
so we release most of the strain
like an arrow from the quiver

But then, later, in times of peace
THAT's when answers come to us
they come but only piece by piece
with no fanfare and little fuss

Time doesn't heal
but it does share
and quite often reveal
that there is an "over there"

I am sure you are still haunted with memories but hopefully as the time passes they will all become happy ones..............stan

judyanne

A lovely verse
But, truly, time does its thing, and even though I write about it a lot, it is only cos I'm writing about what I know.... I hope people are not getting jaded lol .... and, no, 'haunted' is definitely not the correct word when it comes to memories - as I keep saying - it was a long time ago now

I don't really understand why you have written this poem here in response to this particular write, however, as it has nothing really to do with the mourning process, rather the enlightenment received from meditation....

thanks for the read and poem
love judy
xxx

S

And what else is mourning if not a type of meditation? Not all meditation has to end with some kind of Zen like peace. I have had, as most our age have had, many opportunities to meditate on loss and it is this very process which culls out the grief and changes it to fond memories. Does any of this explanation make sense?
Time itself never heals but the passing of time does, if not heal, at least makes things bearable. And no, we're not becoming jaded by your writing part of what you know. I feel privelidged (sic)that you are willing to share part of yourself with us..........ma'm (couldn't resist lol).......stan

lovedly

when I read ur poetry
i start singing

yes tis true
I'm not waffling

Sparrow

There in the evening of the days of now, a thought will float in from many a be fore's, tempering a feeling that is a likeness to things in that yesterday we loved without a thought.
There in that quiet place a voice will be heard, a sound that has been heard many times, never to be forgotten as it is part of life itself.
Keep those thoughts flowing, as there in that yesterday is a now that is beautiful and restful to your Spirit.
The end days of now there will be a greeting where the angels will be muted in awe of the continuous love of all your tomorrows, todays and even the new now..
.
A lovely piece young Lady and I can only write what the children bid me to,
Yours as always, Ian and the Children xxx