Whilst walking Buzz and Finn in Howth today I had zenitis- irritation from the inability to feel Zen. When I arrived home, I felt the need to write this poem.
My thoughts are colliding
I am witnessing their frenzy
Bemused by the chaos
Peace and serenity
They elude me
I sit awhile
And gather my thoughts
Eschewing my ego
Exhausted with being fraught
Reconciled with being low
Sitting with my sadness
Accepting my flaws
For I am
And I am nothing
I just want to be
To be at one with being me
Whenever I need a little lift, I will often go to Yeats for a pick me up. ’The Lake Isle of Innisfree’ is one of my favorite poems. It is like mental valium for me. Whenever I recite it to myself my thoughts are quietly quelled. However, I forgot to recite to myself in Howth.
From The Poetry Foundation.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
That’s all for now