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The Fabric of Thoughts

The Fabric of Thoughts

                                             I am thought
                                             I am silence
                                             I am alone
                                             and I am not.
                                             I am trapped in a web of chaos
                                             untangle is hard to obtain,
                                             confusion plays the part
                                             I am not that smart.
                                             In deep silence I ponder
                                             I cannot control
                                             Instead I wander.
                                             I am here
                                             and I am not
                                             I am in the ‘’still point”
                                             and when I am here,
                                             I am not a thought.
                                             I am linked
                                             I am interacted,
                                             like a fractal mind
                                             I am connected.
                                             I am effortless part of life,
                                             I am the contents
                                             I am the interval between the events.
                                            ‘’My place is the placeless
                                             a trace of the traceless”, says Rumi,
                                             Who Am I?
                                             I am the guardian; I hold the key!
                                             Only I can open the door
                                             and guide my thoughts
                                             to a place that is healing for me.

 

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Bernie Martin

What stands out for me in this poem, apart from the beautifully concealed rhymes, are the sections where you say "I am." They work towards the end of your poem and are the links holding it together. It almost reads like it is describing the process through which a writer goes once they realise that these steps are needed to get through the door. 
I confess I had to look up "the still point" but now I have I see how it fits the meaning of your poem. And I like fractal. But it is the periodic insertion of the line "I am not" that stands out for me. 

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Bernadete van d...

Good to have you here, Bernie! Another review with a lot of reflections, 
so Bernie! Much appreciated, as always. The "still point'' is that place of
absolute calm, no thoughts, just you and your heart beat, that place you achieve during meditation. Very hard, though. Sometimes the thoughts just
appear and you can't find the still point. It's like a little turbulence on a very
calm water. That's why i said "I am in the still point, and when I am here, I am
not a thought". Yes, if you're there, you're not thinking, so, the thought
does not exist. But then again, I am not that smart, so I don't have many
answers, just loads of questions. It's great to have you thinking with me, perhaps you see things that I cannot see.  Cheers Bernie!  B 

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Bernie Martin

You are very welcome Bernadette. I feel, sometimes, when I read a review of my poetry by someone else, that, as you say, they see things I didn't when writing the poem. That's the beauty of interaction. The same words open to different interpretations yet the core message remains. Time for sleep for you methinks. 

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Being Me

The fabric of thoughts .... they do make a fabric don't they? I mean, we actually wear our thoughts. And we are our thoughts. I simply love this poem. Beautifully crafted x

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Marion

A work of terrific deep thought here Bernadette, I've tried meditation I'm.useless at it. I love the last 6 lines and believe them true though  I've since found emotions are an entirely different species
...answerable to no one. This shocked me profoundly. I now see thoughts as a ship on the sea...we can guide the ship but have no power over the roiling of oceans, only hope to find a calm spot here and there. I love this work x

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Bernadete van d...

I was going to sleep, nearly mid-night here in NZ, but I just have to say a word to you, Marion. First, I am happy that you like my thoughts, and maybe you found a moment of calm reading this. And you just wrote a very beautiful 
poem.           "I now see thoughts as a ship on the sea
                      we can guide the ship but have no power
                      over the rolling of oceans,
                      only hope to find a calm spot
                      here and there.''
This is beautiful, and if you want to publish it, my pleasure to read it again. 
            

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Neville

This post in its entirety found much favour, tiny glimpses of what many see could be found here almost zen like but besides the clarity zen eventually affords, there is a dream like quality, an openness that retains a necessary opaqueness.. much like a very subtle mystery all women possess whether they realise they have it or not .. Neville

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Raechel Rae

I loved this...great write 🖤🖤🖤

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Bernadete van d...

Here you are again! Hi Raechel! 
I am thrilled you like this piece. Cheers,  B 

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