When you’re quiet
And you’ve done the work
Your mind is at rest
You’re focused
And there is someone in the room
Just making aimless conversation
If you tune in
Whilst still remaining quiet
It is annoying
And you realise
So much of what we say and converse about
With some people
Strangers usually or acquaintances that aren’t really deep friends
Is just gibberish
The weather
Politics
News
It’s just noise
What’s worse though
Is when there is no one in the room
And the conversation
Continues
*Meditation is the most amazing experience but being aware of just how much crap the mind talks about
Is shocking
You can try and resist it but it will never work
I heard that solution likened to holding a beach ball and shoving it under water – it just keeps popping back up
It’s almost wrecked my poetry writing of late – as you can tell
Or you probably can’t as I schedule ahead but actually haven’t written anything in a week
Because I don’t want to encourage the voice to start talking again
I’m hoping that soon – things will settle down
I was reminded of this the other day in pottery class. I was focused and concentrating on my piece. All around me was this conversation flow and it was irritating because of the inanity.
Just noise for the sake of noise or so it seemed – which is harsh
But after so long spent mostly in my own company
It just felt shockingly garish and unnecessary
It reminded me of when I tune in or become aware of that inner dialogue – usually when I’m trying to shut it up
I’ve never been able to successfully meditate before. Now I can, for fair passages of time and certainly enough to find stillness and peace.
The insights and little epiphanies are like fish lulled into complacency that come nibbling around the edges of my brain
Blissful stuff
Alas
I need to write so I hope that comes back soon
Header photo: just a races snap from above.
