Morning Hour Meditation Poem by Savita Tyagi
Morning Hour Meditation
In the hours of early morning
When darkness still prevails
I stay cozily in my bed feeling
The warmth of an old comforter.
Soon the passionate conversation
With self starts to take over.
The bitter-sweet memories create a
High intensity passionate drama.
The active nerves pressuring upon
Forehead seem ready to burst out.
Oh! How hard I try to stop the chattering
Just a little more peaceful rest I need.
Just a little bit of quiet time to meditate!
My futile efforts swing upon the rope of
Escaping or drawing into conversation.
If I am lucky a mysterious and enticing
State takes over my waking consciousness.
A part of me roams around the cosmos
In a world without words, not even it's silence
I am aware of......
The spell is broken in a jiffy
Can't pinpoint the timespan
But a bit of light streams through the blinds
And the song-bird welcomes me
To the comforts of the sound world,
To the sensation of being alive!
11.22.2020j
Self silent talking is so strong and powerful. It is difficult to stop the chattering. It helps one to have meditation. The beginning stanza is much interesting and heart touching. A beautiful poem on morning hour and meditation is well executed. Full stars.
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5/5/2024 11:00:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A part of me roams around the cosmos In a world without words, not even it's silence I am aware of...... At this state, you are at the height of meditation, a time when one forgets about one's own existence and feels an absolute weightlessness! A lovely state!