When the yoga teacher tells us
in her calmest voice, Picture
the space between thoughts,
I try. The space is white,
framed by the real show:
Those turquoise thoughts
edging both sides,
unfolding into lines that curl
round themselves like long tails,
patterns intricate and warm with
color, so distinct from the
white quiet between.
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I love this, the space between thoughts.
I’m so happy you commented on my site (thank you), and I have followed you here. I really enjoy your poems and perspective!
I love this, the space between thoughts.
I’m so happy you commented on my site, and I have followed you here. I really enjoy your poems and perspective!
Thanks for visiting & following–and especially for taking the time to comment. I’m a little intimidated having you follow me, because I’m so impressed by your talent and the consistent beauty of your poems. But I’ll try to hum along until I get used to the idea.