Busy Bees

Busy Bees

A Poem by A.A.Romanczuk

My thoughts will not cease today

They flutter about like busy bees

I wanted to sit in dhyana

To know and offer peace

But though I chant mantras

They will not be appeased

© 2010 A.A.Romanczuk


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I just know what you mean..
thoughts could work on brains non stop we just try to pacify them
any way we try lots and lots..they just would not hush
it will eat our peace away ,they will never give you a moment rest or an hour good sleep..no matter what you..its destined that you suffer..where they ever stop..
lovely write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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To know and to offer peace, I'd like that. Sometimes what we want is not as important as just being and accepting the busy fluttering thoughts. I think after one listens to them, they become calm and happy because they have been heard.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

sometimes thoughts are so inconvenient...they wake me from slumber...invade my dreams...bouncing off the walls within my introspective realm...screaming for release...and when i let them out...there are more that step to plate...they...gyrate and mock the ones just gone and play their heads game thought cacophony...one by one by two by three ad-infinitum til they too have been released...you are an inspiration sweetie :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh it's a momentary thing...mantras are magical things...I do not know if it is what they say or because they are in the beautiful Sanskrit but a few repetitions and one is as good as new...as for dhyana...well...I don't know that I am so good at that...I must practice :)
Silly buzzing thoughts :)
Thank You, Moayad

Posted 13 Years Ago


I just know what you mean..
thoughts could work on brains non stop we just try to pacify them
any way we try lots and lots..they just would not hush
it will eat our peace away ,they will never give you a moment rest or an hour good sleep..no matter what you..its destined that you suffer..where they ever stop..
lovely write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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