Mantra Meditation

Their voices are soft and belled.
I feel that I’m stuck inside.
I’m absolutely unshelled
and wide-closed-eyed.

My voice is a tongue of these bells.
It chimes. It’s echoed by walls.
And every one of my fibres and cells
Are blithesome, free-willed thralls.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

25 thoughts on “Mantra Meditation”

  3. I like it! I love the idea of being trapped in one’s mind, and waiting to be freed, as I’m sure you know from themes in my own writing. I actually just got down with meditating, though it was guided by a guy named Paul Scheele in an audio recording, so I wasn’t chanting a mantra. With other tapes I listen to, instead of a mantra, I state one of 3 goals I’ve written at the beginning, most often the one I came up with that says “As my willow tree regrows, so does the expanse of and my access to my memory palace”. as if I am going to be trapped in my own head when I write and when I dream, I want it to be a very free environment. The entrance to my memory palace, is a door in a willow tree, in my head. It used to be a dying willow tree, now its a growing one! I’m sort of weird… 🙂

    By the way Bold Unbolt, the song I just so happened to be listening to when I read your post, pairs nicely with your words! Cool timing!

    “Sword In Mouth, Fire Eyes”
    by Norma Jean

    We calmly weigh our thoughts before we know them
    Careful not to break our only scale
    But there’s no lament in taking chances
    Fall a little while before we soar
    Sword in mouth and helpless in the bond we have between us
    Fire eyes and desperate for the helplessness we love
    Turn to walk the path in my reflection
    But not before the sheep becomes the wolf
    Loveless without shame. I was only waiting for the calm before the storm.
    The tongue was being sharpened by the lie.
    Sword in mouth and helpless in the bond we have between us
    Fire eyes and desperate for the helplessness we love
    Tell us all the things we need to know now
    You’ll find us in the silence of our own guilt
    Shout it from the hell below
    Shake us but be gentle so
    Take our hand walk us through
    Take my hand walk me through the land I stole
    Help us to lay down

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    • Ry…
      It’s unbelievable! This song just reflects what I felt!

      Turn to walk the path in my reflection
      But not before the sheep becomes the wolf
      Loveless without shame. I was only waiting for the calm before the storm.
      The tongue was being sharpened by the lie.

      I felt pretty weird when I was writing. I felt like a rapist of words… I wanted to deface them. I wanted to write ‘belled’, ‘unshelled’, ‘echoed’ even without assurance that it exists 🙂
      I wanted to sleep, but I couldn’t.
      I was fighting with the last line like with the mortal enemy…

      Help us to lay down!

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    • Thank you ❤
      It was real 🙂
      I was sitting on my yoga between boys, and when they started to sing 'Aum'… I was just covered by deep vibrations of their voices! It was a real feeling!
      My voice was like a blade of grass between oaks 🙂

      And I've caught this thought 'My voice is a tongue of a huge bell'…

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    • Wow! This is really wonderful to know. “Aum” is the primordial sound and hence its tremendous power. It is sacred among Hindus (Indian). Its originated from Sanskrit.

      Amazed at your blissful experience. Stay Smiling!

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  5. My Dearest Hatter, so lovely! My favorite lines,
    “I’m absolutely unshelled
    and wide-closed-eyed.”
    I will use this mantra this evening, if you don’t hear from me tomorrow, I have found the path to Nirvana!
    Always,
    Alice ♥

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