Posted by Ben Naga
I watch time tick by
Watching the watch watching
I pass the time
The watching eye sees
In being seen the scene seen
Meets the watching eye
Posted on April 2, 2017, in Poetry and tagged Being, Life, Mindfulness, Time. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.
Love it! Sort of like koans… Both thought-provoking and soothing (with the repetition of sounds) as we contemplate the meanings. Cleverly written, once again.
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I am so glad you enjoyed this, Betty. Your comment demonstrated that you have understood the intention and as ever I can only thank you for your kind words.
There’s a feeling of presence here, maybe it’s something about meditation; keeping watch over the breath to hold the wandering mind in check. Then there comes a point when a secondary self is seen…
Yes, I think you “get” it. 🙂 I have just finished reading David Mitchell’s “The Bone Clocks” and I think a little bit of influence crept in.
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