A Holiday Away From The Trivial Mind

[TheEarthIsRound]

A flow of coolness,
And a river is.
It flows from high
mountain, nowhere,
Colors begin to
Take shapes.
The whole ground
Is vibrating,
The mud is.
A genuine smile
Begins shape
A stretch in the
soft grasses.
I breath,
I smile,
The grass is.

Somewhere outside
A whirlpool begins
to take shape.
Storm.
Oh, the storm
like the names
and rationales
We impose on things!
I've been there,
Now I come out.
With a relieved laugh.

And our humanity,
Trivial
and Stubborn!
And crossroads now
meet with such
multiplicity
that It can no longer
be multiplicity.
An eternity
that can no longer
be eternity.
I smile.
Breath.
When I see
No trivial.
Then love knows.
I am,
and God
Is

[dizzydoll]

I loved your poem, plus water always adds tremendous presence and depth to any work. :biggrin5:

[J.D. Sparks]

Haha, that's a great title. (Grammatical note: I think you need an "e" on Breath.)

[MorpheusSandman]

I don't know what to make of this one... there seems to be a lack of connection between the stanzas and thoughts seem rather fragmented. Like stream of consciousness in really short lines. But I don't know if there's enough to pull the reader through it. There are repetitions in the first two stanzas that could be used to develop the theme but to me it seems rather empty. Maybe if I heard your thought/creative process behind it?

[TheEarthIsRound]

Thank you all for your appreciation!!

@Dizzydoll: I agree =)
@J.D. I think i intentionally made that happen, but thanks!
@Morpheus: The poem's intention is to combine the idea that everything just 'is' with the poem's form. We always interpret meanings behind things, or stubbornly impose names onto the nature of things which might not 'truly' be what we perceive them to be. We always have voices inside our head, partly because of the interpretation and thinking we impose onto things, that is the 'storm' in the poem: it mingles your mind and makes you suffer. By 'coming out with a relieved laugh', I now go on the holiday away from my trivial mind. Where I can detect the slightest breath and vibration of our mother earth, and when the triviality disappears, we see what there is 'beyond eternity' (since eternity is of our perception as well). Flowing with this train of thought, eventually I am, and God is.
So the entire poem, to me, is like the process of mind to get to the conclusion, which in the end reiterates the title.
Does that help with your question?