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

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 25, 2015, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Ahhh… The home of your breath, Ben. Honoured to be walking my way home with you, fellow poet 😀

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  2. 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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  3. oh yes, excellent poem, Ben. Thank you for sharing this superb poem.

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