Tuesday, August 15, 2006

In the Moment: Sunday 5:02 PM
By Don Iannone

Thin wind-swept clouds
grace powder blue sky
stretched overhead
like a sheer linen canopy.
Mind in spacious expectation
becomes pure sky
absent all form,
resting formlessly,
rising from here to there
only to fall again to here.
Expectation ceases.
Powder blue sky opens,
releasing self
into foreverness.

21 comments:

samuru999 said...

Another beautiful poem from you Don!
This one I will think about as I head out for a little stroll.
It tells me about freedom to "just be"
I loved it!

QUASAR9 said...

Yep, I think that is the Pure Spirit state in words >>>
Always hard for us to imagine form other than the human form we presently and temporarily inhabit.

I often contemplate the shapes of clouds in the sky, and they are almost like formless (unbound) cohesive beings floating in the sky making themselves momentarily visible to those willing to take the time to look

Now there's a conscious thought I share here with you...
and all who visit here ...

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

This one is beautiful. Perfect use of words.

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Margie, Quasar9, and Andrew. Appreciate your comments. This one is purely experiential. It's one of those poems that self-writes itself. Blessings.

dumbdodi said...

Live for the minute, the moment. Lovely message. Don I have been away for four days or so, have lot of catching up to do on your blog.

Rose said...

First time here.. I think you have a fan here..

;)))

..Me

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Dumbdodi and welcome back.

Thanks Rose and please stop back.

Kathleen said...

Lovely Don! releasing self into foreverness... Yes! :)

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Kathleen.

Darius said...

"Mind in spacious expectation
becomes pure sky" I particularly like. That's what it feels like all right.

serenity said...

Simply beautiful. I can feel my own release as I read your words. I am reminded of childhood when I would lie on the grass and gaze up into the sky and study the clouds or the clear blue, and feel that sense of oneness with the universe. Another beautiful gift from you Don. Have a glorious day.

Dan said...

From spacious expectation to no expectation. Real Peace, and the teaching of the truly wise. Thanks, Don!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Dan, Serenity, and Darius.

Serenity...Dan and I did the same in cloverfield near out native home.

Darius...how are you?

polona said...

beautiful imagery!
blessings from another cloud gazer :)
and you may find this interesting: oblak (my surname) means "cloud" in my mother's tongue

Plus Ultra said...

The last lines were good...makes the poem, yes like Polona gae at clouds see beyond them

Rauf said...

Rain drops and clouds my favourite subjects Don

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Rauf, Polona, and Plus Ultra.

So it is Polona Cloud. How nice.

Rain and clouds...such powerful symbols in life. So much they awaken in us. Thank you all.

dumbdodi said...

Sky like a canopy.....what a thought. Like we all are together camping somewhere. I love looking into the sky with clouds making different shapes, it gives me peace when I gaze up into the sky.Will do so again tonight. Thank you for the poem

Don Iannone said...

Dumbdodi..thanks. Good to have you back. So many cloud lovers that visit here. Me too. Clouds and poems have a lot in common in terms of causing us to reach inside for meaning and purpose.

Gangadhar said...

Oh..i love watching clouds,don...Another great work from you..

Don Iannone said...

Ganghadhar...thanks much. Cloud watching seems to be a favorite activity of many visiting Conscious Living.

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