Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Too Much Mind!!

The Perceiver in me is weary
of old conversations made of concepts
and brilliant insights that fortify or blame;
eyes and ears turn away to the peace
that dwells in cells.
A preference exerts itself:
puppy love, wide-open awareness like vast virgin landscapes,
naïve exploration of the small and ordinary.
The Perceiver ignores the things of the world
to notice the things of the world.
Opinions are boring, problems laughable,
kneejerk reactions so unnecessary.
The story does not want to be told again.
It is exhausted and grey, words will not clump
or rise to be animated,
the puppet has died.

The leaves are turning brown and falling from the elm
early this year,
Their falling brings the Silence,
reminds me of the peace of low light that I crave.
Minimalist.
Economical.
I'm remembering that Presence does it.
I can rest.
I just love,
and that's the magic carpet
I shall ride out on.

Copyright Penney Peirce 2007

2 comments:

Lynda Lehmann said...

Penney,

OOH, I love the poetry of this post and the ideas you convey! Thanks for getting in touch with me and yes, I see parallels. Why don't we subscribe, mutually? Nice to meet you--we will have to stay in touch because of our similar interests.

Best regards,

Lynda from Peripheral Vision.

Penney Peirce said...

Lynda,

I am so impressed with your blog—and will recommend it to others: in fact, anyone reading this, check it out: www.innersights.blogspot.com!