Doug Wilton ≈ the living end of the mind

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Listening to Samuel Barber’s Violin Concerto

and tired of the rain

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if only you could have coolness with light

light without heat

not only in the outer world but in

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this bubble of sensation, memory and

symbolic thought you call

your mind

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you know you have a mind

because of the way it changes

what you see and hear

going deaf don’t help

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the violin is now the voice

of Samuel’s heart

that cries with wonder and with woe

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as all great hearts do

at beauty so long sought

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only to see that beauty

like your love of it is

blind

some of the time

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and slowly melting

into all that it is

and also is not

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the brown eyed girl in a fading snap

the light that still burns in her eyes

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the quiet tidecast languor

of breathing flesh and bone

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the beauty that you find

at the living end of the mind

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2 thoughts on “Doug Wilton ≈ the living end of the mind

  1. daen says:

    i really enjoyed the elegance of this, and taking the moment to questions of cognitive
    awareness and such….read much like viewing a waterfall….leave signifigant tresses
    of poetic rain, in my brain

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