A short poem written about a wonderful local cafe. They put out a call for people to post some poetry about them on their facebook page, and I decided to write a little something.
The fragrance of coffee, a rich atmosphere
in which the hum of conversation and machines
rises and dips and swells, a tide
under the direction of a hundred tiny moons.
It's a sea that holds
a thousand flavors - bitter and sweet,
cold and hot, dark and light.
Come taste it, sit under a canopy of stars and
be refreshed, revitalized, refueled,
in this small but welcoming, warm world
that can be found, always,
in a Blue Moon.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
"nothing is either good or bad but thinking makes it so"
Recently I've been learning about meditation and mindfulness in one of my classes and semiotics and cultural studies in the other, and sometimes the information I learn from one makes me look at the information I learn from the other in a new light. In this case, my mind has connected some points from the basic concepts of semiotics and the non-striving meditation we've been taught, and I'd like to share some of the thoughts it brought up for me. These are just some musings - I do not claim to be right about them, I am not an expert on semiotics, semiosis or meditation, I just want to share some of the ideas that came to mind as I learned about these subjects.