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Eye of Mine, A Stream of Conciousness Poem

Drawn by my hand,

Scratched in the sand,

Cast forth some lines,

This eye of mine,

Starts to emerge,

Now on the verge,

Makes quite a scene,

What does it mean,

Place to begin,

From deep within,

Just trace them now,

Get lost some how,

Into the task,

Reveals the mask,

Of who you are,

Can see quite far,

Start to relax,

No sudden acts,

Some stress is gone,

Time to move on.

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So there are some ‘mindfulness’ stations along this one walking path I visit and one of the stations is a small sand garden with a couple of attached rakes to draw in the sand. It asks you to reflect on the sand as you smooth it, reflect on the lines as you make them, and generally be mindful of what you are doing and your stream of thoughts. While not exactly a Zen garden I am sure those were the inspiration for this station.

So I took a few moments the other day, smoothed out the sand and began to draw. I had intended to draw more of a spiral pattern but pulled the rake in too linear of a fashion ended up with the image above, which reminds me of an eye.

It is a relaxing endeavor somewhat akin to meditation and I would recommend it to everyone to try if you get a chance. Any sand will do 😉

Thanks for reading and have a great day!

Jim Sponseller – mindescapes.net – 2019

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2 replies

  1. Yeah, there’s something about sand, isn’t there? Enjoyed your words.

  2. Thank you! Yes, sand is amazing. As are sandy beaches 🙂 I am glad you enjoyed this one. Happy blogging!

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