Bounded peace
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This is the latest poem written in the sequence I am currently working on. The sequence is called “Blue: experiments in sound” and it includes a sequence of poems and accompanying sound pieces. It should be finished within the next month or so:
BOUNDED PEACE
Of understanding I know nothing
even when the wind blows through these concrete buildings
whistles and screes, to my pulse it distends
Not the outer journey, the quest of miles travelled
not that, not the dialogues, the meaningful conversations
not that, nor the endless study through dusty books that catch the breath
None of these will make a difference, it is the inner journey
the eight levels of consciousness, the depths of inner work
the subtle signs, and emptiness of breath
Whatever we want, we will find, if we give –
whenever we speak, we have lost that inner journey
creating distraction that bounds our peace.