A Night At The Opera
A NIGHT AT THE OPERA
Find then the point of silent balance
And there work to cultivate patience
For trusting will emerge from the shadows
Though not perhaps in a guise expected
Forlorn, bespoke yet never yet reclaimed
You are always alone, yet never alone
Returning to the home of your breath
Release each thought as it arises
And relax into that oceanic spaciousness
From which from time to time feelings arise
Picture yourself as being but the opera house
Within which all these dramas are staged
Yourself the audience, quietly attentive
Rather than the tumultuous characters
Who are after all created to entertain
To divert, to teach, to recompense
Peace upon you, and blessings
Upon your homeward trail
Posted on January 25, 2015, in Poetry and tagged Home, Life, Mindfulness, Patience, Trust. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
Ben Naga 
Ahhh… The home of your breath, Ben. Honoured to be walking my way home with you, fellow poet 😀
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Nice to have you back, Angela. 🙂
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The many levels as we travel through life. I love the reference to the drama of the opera being the stories of our lives unfolding. Great poem. Great teachings.
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I once lived with a woman who was very much like an opera diva, apart from lack of singing; she was more into the melodramatic histrionics. 🙂
Thank you kindly for the compliment.
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You are a Brilliant Poet and Philosopher and a Grand Worker with Words. You are overflowing with Understanding and Learning.
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In my experience overflowing leads to making a mess. Then it’s a choice between mopping up or running off before someone else notices. 😀
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oh yes, excellent poem, Ben. Thank you for sharing this superb poem.
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You are too kind. This grew out of a comment I made on a post at one of the sites a frequent.
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