Passing for normal

The face that was familiar was erased

Now I feel the emptiness within

A lonely heart,a mind that seems half crazed

By losing him,how greatly have I sinned?

The face so dear, seemed etched upon my heart

I did not see the writing on the wall

Now my heart is blank, how shall I start?

Never love another in this life?

Measure mathematics on a chart?

Learn the poet’s worth yet feel the knife?

The dagger in the heart, the loss of blood

Anaemic, faint and weak, where shall we go?

Like the chained up slaves felt, where is good?

The Arctic wastes of life, the frost the snow.

I smile and look contented , understood

My patient hands alone now sweat with blood

From thinking to thoughtfulness

 

A week or two ago I was thinking about thinking.There is more than one kind of thinking.Some kinds,like rumination, are  often self destructive.Other kinds of thinking can turn one outside of one’s self and can become what I call “thoughtfulness”.And that is a a virtue.It combines awareness and caring towards others with standing back and considering what is best for them and ourselves.

Then there is what we might call ” blind thinking” which is totally self centred like the  chattering voices in our head

I want that red dress,he’s nasty,I am fed up being at work. so long…………all going on underneath our consciousness much of the time.We may be unaware of it but it can affect us and how we act towards others.It’s childish,turned inwards and trivial.Can we stop it? I am thinking about that,,, not brooding.I mean,my mind is open and I hope some new ideas will come to help me understand this blind thinking

How can we see and not be blind in our thinking?How can we be wise?