i)
searching
seeking that song
the one that compels
that song
prompts, no demands
you turn it up
ii)
tonsured monk head
bald n'bobbing
to big bass beats
iii)
even amidst
the stoplight stares
the tired monk sings
Bruce Fish: Hero
I am mesmerized by that tonsured monk's head bobbing up and down to the music. :)
ReplyDeleteMe, too!
ReplyDeleteI suppose we can get lost into meditation in whatever ways we find. Mine is in absolute silence, or soft music, or listening to and watching water, or, in the sky and free flight...lol
ReplyDeleteWhatever it takes.
This is great and made me smile, thanks
I LOVE that bald, bobbing head at the stoplight and the monk, singing. I do the same thing, with my wild gray locks. Happy Friday, kiddo, and may your weekend be a Tired Monk's Dream.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely, Ollie. Music is a necessity to inner peace.
ReplyDeleteSo many images in a few lines!
ReplyDeleteHaaaa...this had such vivid visuals with it. Everyones walk in peace is different....I think alot of peoples is similar to this one. Great writing.
ReplyDeleteMusic lightens the soul.
ReplyDeleteAs somebody once said, "Life without music would be a mistake."
ReplyDeleteturn it to eleven!
ReplyDelete"that song
ReplyDeleteprompts, no demands
you turn it up"
You really captured something I've experienced but never expressed, well done.
A super write. I love the idea of the old monk singing at the stoplight.
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Ha...funny cause I found mine...my monk song...it is my theme song now. Great poem...music can be the zen for sure!!
ReplyDeleteto big bass beats.... Yes, I do the same. :)
ReplyDeleteoh lovely....yes that peace is within us.....
ReplyDeleteEach morning my music needs vary. It is always a juke box ramble to pick the musical key for the days lock. Today for some reason it began with Willy's--Angels Flying Too Close To The Ground. Who knew? As always your piece is near and dear.
ReplyDeleteI need my morning songs to go to work ~ Enjoyed this ~
ReplyDeleteIn the moment, if we let it, music can take us away in the most elemental way. I saw this happening in that car at the light.
ReplyDeletelove how the "bobbing" and the "stoplight stares"
ReplyDeletedraw me in to his presence