Thinking of his original title, “The Poet”, I wonder if maybe he is working on a poem in the quiet of his corner. Perhaps he is not troubled but, just in need of introspection and inspiration. I tip toe past him so as not to disturb his creativity. He doesn’t notice me because he is absorbed in his passion for words. I will not disturb him because I too value the need for solitude during moments of artistic flow.
Today I stopped and saw him thinking in the glow of the sun shining through the window. It was then that I realized what this man of bronze was doing. He no longer looked absorbed in anything as intense as worry or passion. His energy was calm and reflective. It occurred to me that he may be enjoying an early morning meditation. One that would provide him with the balance and ease to think with reason, solve any problems he may have, and create great words of wisdom and rhyme.
I decided to stop what I was doing, sit in front of him so that we were face to face and take the time for my own meditation. I would like to share one with you that I recently received from a friend of mine and which I love to practice for the start and end of each day. Enjoy.
Loving-Kindness Meditation
“May I be filled with loving-kindness
May I be well
May I be peaceful and at ease
May I be happy”
Repeat for self, family, friends, community, country, world, and universe (with a smile on your face)
Nice meditation, and you caught the perfect angle in your photo of 'The Thinker'. xo
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