Waiting for Something to Sing About
See that lark? What do you think?
He’s not singing. For what does he wait?
A perfect note that might occur to him,
or maybe for the mailman? A win
from some lottery? Luck, love, or response
on his latest resumé? Is he unemployed?
Looks well-dressed to me. Ready for
whatever larks lark on. Fun or food,
sex or nesting or other banal need.
Hear him now? Why do you think?
His song is abstract. Yet simple. Yet,
does it have any meaning? Perhaps
simply the joy of the singing itself?
Or has his Zen moment passed him by
such that he must call out to find
himself? Think he’s conscious of self?
Or does ego weight one to wingless
being? Self-thought strangling song . . .
Feel flight? Within that lark’s heart?
Where is song and flight? In the flap
of wing and trill of voice? Does soul
have such substance that something blocks
song from the self-examined? Solo aria
longing for unsung duet? And yet mind
fills with thought what brain would not
linger to distract itself. Pursue that;
sing songs of singing for songs’ sake—sing!
David M Pitchford
5 December 2007
Filed under: creative souls, depression, esoteric, mantra, poem, poems, poetry, self empowerment
That is very Zen-esque(if there is such a word). “To sing songs of singing for song’s sake.” says the heart, while the brain sits in judgement and questions “is that practical? To not take credit for the singing or get paid for the song?”
In the swing of the vote,
I remain,
Rashmi.
Rashmi,
Thanks for the comment!
We all need these Zen-esque moments from time to time to remember that being alive is as much reason as we need. Life is always great! And circumstances can be changed.