Poetry, Life

Mill

A poem in French and English — about mindset

milling about sitting here standing there elle n’est pas lá on the river bank où je me tiens just to be frank je viens to bring my intact psyche, feed it into the mill, let its teeth grind, so I could get peace of mind the lush greens of the trees and smooth ripples of the mini waterfalls undisturbed by her absence and my presence

milling about sitting here standing there she is not here on the river bank where I stand just to be frank I come to bring my intact psyche, feed it into the mill, let its teeth grind, so I could get peace of mind the lush greens of the trees and smooth ripples of the mini waterfalls undisturbed by her absence and my presence

I wanted to write something about the idea of letting go and moving forward. A state of being that’s centered on your sense of independence. You can find peace after something is over but when you first start to put it into the process…it feels difficult. That ritual pain however, is necessary because at the end, you do get a piece of it to keep, and that will help define you. All the while, the environment around you will still be there, undisturbed.

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