Normally poetry isn’t my thing. You may maintain after reading this that there is good reason for that. (Though I hope not!) Nonetheless, while I was meditating this morning, this came to me, and when I was done, it more or less formed itself without much intervention on my part.
Earth body human body A fever we've created Growth is good (Or is it?) Like a cancer or a plague of locusts Something out of balance Almost everything out of balance Mental illness, unease, disease Nagging sense that we aren't achieving But what? She's telling us what. Stop Slow down Think Listen Really listen. Can a cancer listen? Or parasites?
Sometimes it is difficult to get the essence of a poem but invariably they leave a feeling in you. I like this one, Marcia.
Thank you Priya! (I’m glad!)