Showing posts with label 2018. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2018. Show all posts

Friday, 17 May 2019

Enlighten me


Enlighten me

There’s something wrong with the tube light.
It’s flickering on and off, on and off.

You might say that’s better than when it was off all the time
and I was crashing about in the dark and banging into things.
So much suffering.

Then it came on and everything was so obvious …
for some timeless moments …
before it went off again.

But there was a faint halo left
so I couldn’t forget its brilliance,
and I yearn for that light.
Other timeless moments have happened along the way.
Suddenly being in the light
and then the darkness closing round,
forgetting, almost.

Then it started this flickering business.
This strobing effect is really quite distracting.
It’s driving me mad.
Sometimes I feel drunk,
sometimes nauseous,
sometimes dizzy
with all this on again, off again
state of affairs.

But now I see there’s nothing wrong with the light.
It’s on all the time, but I can’t keep my eyes open.

Time to wake up darling. You’re dreaming.

© Tina Shettigara September 2018


https://www.statnews.com/2019/02/06/detecting-consciousness-in-flickering-brain-signals/

Thursday, 16 May 2019

The Ballad of Heartfelt Desire


The Ballad of Heartfelt Desire
Dedicated to Richard Miller on his 70th birthday 13 April 2018
I sat still, a little child,
Spread myself across the air,
I knew that I was so vast,
Beyond that speck down there.
More than body, more than mind,
More than a tinge of fear,
More than girl, more than a child
Who let go a lonely tear.
Couldn’t climb or run as fast
Couldn’t throw or catch a ball
Couldn’t add or multiply
And my hair wouldn’t take a curl.
A lesser body and lesser mind
And a growing bunch of fears
That I was just not good enough
And freely ran the tears.
Scarcely knew how deep I yearned
To know myself as vast as space
And so much more than belief and fear,
To be still in a state of grace.
Deep gratitude to the teacher dear
Who unlocked my heart to its goal,
The boundaries are blurring now
To the vast non-separate soul.

Tina Shettigara© 2018