the plot

25 Dec

When I have simplified my life

to a single dripping faucet,

each falling drop

the entire spectrum of sound, sight, taste, feel and smell,

each plop an endless reverberation on every level, and

I can perceive

and I am free in each moment

to full spectrum – which is a happening –

then I am not fleshed anymore,

but a sensory device,

forgetting to be allergic to the cat.

2 Responses to “the plot”

  1. Alison and Don December 25, 2018 at 2:58 pm #

    Oh I love this. Love every word. I’ve forgotten pain. I’ve forgotten to react. When it arises I am untouched and at peace in the most all-encompassing way. Here is our truth. Slowly I learn to live there. Maybe one day I too will learn to write such distilled cogent poetry about it.
    Much love to you dear Marga.

    • marga t. December 26, 2018 at 2:34 pm #

      Love to you, Alison! I don’t think words work, but somehow, for a moment, everything seemed to be in one drop following another. And to have you catch the drop seems to world to me. 🙂 My wordpress is buggy, so I’ve had trouble connecting to your posts, of late. I will figure it out! xx

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