The Thinking Poet - Drum Corps

Drum Corps

A far away drum corps,
Muted by wind,
Uniformed in gray,
Beats in random cadence
All around me,
Speckling window panes
With moving prisms
That catch night lights
And spin them dancing 
To heavenly rhythms.

1. How often do you stop to observe what is going on around you? What happens inside you when you do?
2. Close your eyes for a quiet minute or two, and listen to the sounds around you. What do you hear? Do the sounds make you think or feel anything?
3. How long can you listen before other thoughts start to intrude? Try to extend that time by listening more intently.

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