tyro
Jun 23, 2019
This poem is part of the workshop:

Primal Poetry

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Primal (primal poetry)

I hear a rhythmic beat
and my heart goes primal.

Complexities upon complexities,
like numbers gone mad,

drifts away from my mind
and my world knows peace.

The heart of the universe,
I hear its beating, I feel

a rhythm engulfing me
a first spark of creation.

I see the snapshot left
of the transition universe.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: snapshot: refers to the cosmic microwave background radiation.

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: The Nederlands

Favorite Poets: William Butler Yates

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Comments

weirdelf

I see you've grasped the concept readily. If any crit even more surrender and just watch the eyelid movies without interfering.

Then on to stage 2.

weirdelf

that there is still some mentation happening here. The more often you do the drumming meditation the easier it becomes to 'let go' of thinking and ideas and just describe what you see on your 'eyelid movies', ok?