Pilgrimage into Mind

When this phrase, "pilgrimage into mind", came into my mind, I thought for sure it's a cliche. But, to my surprise, a Google search came back with no results! Although, "pilgrimage into the mind" returned seven items about meditation. And the blog address pilgrimageintomind.blogspot.com is also not taken - so I took it for now!

I'm now convinced this phrase is not a cliche and I can safely write thoughts about it, without being ridiculed (not that that would have stopped me anyway).

One of my favourite things to do, which I have fewer and fewer chances to do as life gets more and more hectic, is to sit somewhere quiet and do absolutely nothing. And I mean nothing. And I don't mean sleeping. I mean sit there semi-consciously, and simply do nothing but think, with no distractions; no television; no baby crying; no telephone ringing; no Blackberry messages; no meetings; nothing. Ok, perhaps some music.

I would love this kind of "me time" regularly to explore those thoughts that I have set aside. I believe meditation is one activity that many of us, me the most guilty of all, don't do enough of.

As I write this I'm trying to think what those thoughts might be and as soon as a thought comes up about some distant memory, it gets bombarded out of existence with a dozen other "more pressing" thoughts. Pathetic, isn't it?

In any pilgrimage into mind, I would not set an agenda (this is not a company meeting for goodness' sake). I would just let my mind do its thing; let it explore whatever thoughts come, no matter how ridiculous it might seem before or afterwards. I hope to use each pilgrimage to learn a little more about myself. What is the first thing I see when I close my eyes? What is the last? Do the thought images get clearer over time like they once did?

Perhaps I will set a weekly timeslot, say every Friday night, for my pilgrimage and write about it at my newly found blog, pilgrimageintomind.blogspot.com. Let's see what happens... Perhaps you would like to do the same and write about it too? (What's another writing prompt, right?)


For other thoughts jump here: Sunday Scribblings

Our Paradise

Our wooden sanctuary absorbs
The yonder gentle splatter
Of the swaying waves that
Serenades the rain above

Our hammock lightly swings
A carefree soothing lullaby
To obliviate the burdens
We yearn to leave behind

Our tired souls deflate atop
The warm and patient breeze
Disturbed only by the chirping
Of a careless wandering bird

Our melded consciousness drifts
Into a timeless embracement of
Orgasmic indulgence that longs
To keep our paradise forever

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Other thoughts at: One Single Impression and Monday Poetry Train Revisited

Organic Skin

Is there any other kind of skin but?
Would you call your leather pants
That tightly wraps your curvy butt
That inspires whistles and cheery chants
That conjures thoughts bordering sin
That draws drools and doddery pants
Anything other than your organic skin?


Other thoughts here: Monday Poetry Train Revisited, here: Sunday Scribblings, and here: One Single Impression