In the back of my mind,
there’s worry and fear…which I put behind myself, half successfully
each day
until a word, or a fleeting moment of dull quietude,
some vague passing view, finds me
and reminds me of the chaos… taking me back…
to the back of my mind
© Isha Garg
Ishaisms 
Well, at least you’re keeping it all neatly packed in one place. 🙂
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Yes, it happens like this. Mind likes to run, yet knowing the stillness is always there provides some solace. Beautiful poem, Isha.
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To the stillness, then!
Thanks, Jeff! It’s so important to hold on to the calm.
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Yes! You’re most welcome, Isha! Always. It is important, completely agree.
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When the mind is host to unwelcome ideas, open a window and walk very fast! Your surroundings will turn into a slide show of the moment and the aeration will flush out the foul. Writing also works ha!. Miss you xx
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I actually am practicing the window idea, running in another sunny, lovely direction when dark forests loom large! 😁🙌 Thank you, my dearest. Miss you most 💕
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For some they escape with white noise… you are a warrior of poet, can’t imagine you not slaying the dragon or an uncomfortable thought or memory on paper…
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Ah, thanks, Tony. A perfectly timed reminder of my higher self. Thank you so much for your inspiring words!
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Darned monkey mind! 😉
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😄 Swinging on ’em mood swings!
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Yes, it’s a jarring feeling. One spark and our minds burn.
The back of the mind is a chaotic place. Lovely writing, Isha. 🙂
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