The raven on my left squawks on endlessly
The one on my right is the voice of reason
One would take me on a downhill spiral
The other uplifts giving my life new hope
do you also suffer such endless chatter
do this, don’t do that, it never seems to stop
only quiet contemplation halts their squawks
gives restful peace from their mindless talk
dVerse, Linda asked us to let Jackie Hurlbert’s art inspire us
JH’s Conspiring with Ravens
So true!! Some respite is so precious – when it gets all quiet for a while.
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This is so very true these raven constantly tries to draw our attention with their reasoning and chatter only a sane balanced mind can stand a chance.
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So true and such a beautiful advice from that beautiful artwork!
HUGS!!! 🙂
PS…I like talking to real-raven-ravens who land on our roof, but I find ways to quiet the chatter in my brain! 😉
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It is so hard to quiet those noisy little voices in our head!
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Oh yes I wish the chatter stops for me / it’s around me 😂
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Wonderful interpretation of Jacquline’s art. Well written Kate! 🙂
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The conflict of the mind is always there, Kate and you have written it so beautifully and once we calm down and sit in our mindfulness then the chatter does stop. Nice poem.
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yes but it takes concentrated effort over a long period to actually cease that chatter at will, hope more will try it Kamal!
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I get this so much, torn between the extremes of my mind….
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I love this!
Especially, The one on my right is the voice of reason.
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This reminds of the squawking of children except all are endless chatter and none are the voice of reason. Great response to this prompt!
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So it does! Excellent.
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I can say I have learned to ignore and dispel those two, I have a pattern of discernment that works for me and I’m happy in that silence. 🙂
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These kind of chatter will drive me nuts. I really like the quiet contemplation and the peace it brings.
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Its always the battle of the good and evil but we just have t find our way to always choose to be good..
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Always, the conflict always stays on – sign of a thinking mind 😊
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I don’t live in silence, there’s no quiet contemplation, music is my solace
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My chatter has calmed much since my semi-retirement. Still doing my own chores…
Glad to be out of the ‘work force’ and ‘crowd force’ of advertised judgement.
You’ve made me think of Pinocchio’s Jimminy Cricket 🙂
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Yes! This sounds very familiar 🙂 Sometimes a nice walk helps me.
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Your poem, Kate , makes me think of a Aesop’s fable ( re-written by the French jean de La Fontaine ) : “the miller , his son and the donkey” .
For Aesop , the miller and his son want to apply the critics of one or another and this leads to the death of the donkey .
For La Fontaine, the moral becomes : the miller tired to hear critics and advice from everyone,” did according his mind ,he did it and did well! ”
Love ❤
Michel
other moral :
"If you try to please all, you please none."
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Reading calms me down. Writing stimulates me. I probably need to talk to a psychologist about these things instead of fight. I also just need to accept that the operation was flawed, and I’m stuck now and might as well deal with it. I need to purge my life of them and watch their downfall when AI turns into reality, and they are still low and with the rest of us.
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I used to have it often, but it’s rare now that it happens to me over the last few years.
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well done Liz, can you please share how you’ve managed this?
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I think this has just come over time, when I have worked on me, that improved my confidence over the years. Pushing myself at times out of my comfort zone. When my confidence improved and I was more happier in myself, this got less.
Now for that little rare remainder that can happen, it’s just about distracting myself from it, by doing something else.
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Oh yes, many a time.
Then I go on walk or do something else completely different.
I find peace and life moves on 🙂
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Yup! It does happens!
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