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.
Another beautiful poem from you Don!
ReplyDeleteThis one I will think about as I head out for a little stroll.
It tells me about freedom to "just be"
I loved it!
Yep, I think that is the Pure Spirit state in words >>>
ReplyDeleteAlways 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 ...
This one is beautiful. Perfect use of words.
ReplyDeleteThanks Margie, Quasar9, and Andrew. Appreciate your comments. This one is purely experiential. It's one of those poems that self-writes itself. Blessings.
ReplyDeleteLive 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.
ReplyDeleteFirst time here.. I think you have a fan here..
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..Me
Thanks Dumbdodi and welcome back.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rose and please stop back.
Lovely Don! releasing self into foreverness... Yes! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathleen.
ReplyDelete"Mind in spacious expectation
ReplyDeletebecomes pure sky" I particularly like. That's what it feels like all right.
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.
ReplyDeleteFrom spacious expectation to no expectation. Real Peace, and the teaching of the truly wise. Thanks, Don!
ReplyDeleteThanks Dan, Serenity, and Darius.
ReplyDeleteSerenity...Dan and I did the same in cloverfield near out native home.
Darius...how are you?
beautiful imagery!
ReplyDeleteblessings from another cloud gazer :)
and you may find this interesting: oblak (my surname) means "cloud" in my mother's tongue
The last lines were good...makes the poem, yes like Polona gae at clouds see beyond them
ReplyDeleteRain drops and clouds my favourite subjects Don
ReplyDeleteThanks Rauf, Polona, and Plus Ultra.
ReplyDeleteSo it is Polona Cloud. How nice.
Rain and clouds...such powerful symbols in life. So much they awaken in us. Thank you all.
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
ReplyDeleteDumbdodi..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.
ReplyDeleteOh..i love watching clouds,don...Another great work from you..
ReplyDeleteGanghadhar...thanks much. Cloud watching seems to be a favorite activity of many visiting Conscious Living.
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