To understand you

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‘Tomorrow Is Beautiful: The perfect poetry collection for anyone searching for a beautiful world …’

remember, you do not have to understand any of these poems to engage with them; in fact the converse is true: the job of these poems is to understand you

Sarah Crossan

from her anthology
Tomorrow Is Beautiful

Earlier today I held this lovely anthology in my hands and breathed ‘thank you.’ Thank you for the poems, of course. But thank you, a huge thank you, to the compiler, Sarah Crossan, for her introduction, and within it one of the best lines I’ve read about poetry: ‘the job of these poems is to understand you.’

Do you remember, at 4 or 5, ‘knowing’ that Tip and Mitten and Peter and Jane were your personal friends? And that, later, those adventures with ‘The Famous Five’ were liveable, breathable events in your own life? And mine? These stories existed to have something to do with, something to say to, something to understand about, you. And me. But, as they say, ‘time goes by’ – and sometimes we forget.

Today, between these covers lie working invitations to remember – and to do what ‘poetry’ means: ‘to create.’ Calls to continuing adventure – vivified by, and excited in the knowledge that these poems are celebrating us, engaging with and encouraging us, recognising and witnessing us. We are seen. And we know ourselves loved and appreciated by those who, by means we now find hard to fathom, ‘see us’.

We know ourselves growing and illuminated from within because others, because poems, seek to understand us. And we’re thereby able to see, in advance, that ‘Tomorrow’ – something, something about tomorrow – ‘is beautiful.’

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Responding to tonight’s tragedy, Berlin Police requested via Twitter that streets be kept clear for emergency services and that people ‘do not spread rumours.’ Good counsel. For as though the incident is not tragic enough, some of the stories we rehearse in our heads are worse.

Tittle-tattle poisons. Abetted by constant media chatter, swept along by an inchoate racket, we struggle with disconnected stories we tell ourselves. Fearful, we know we are living under par and seek quick answers. For the umpteenth time, we imagine apocalypse come upon us.

We must learn to quiet our rumours. Enter the universal gift of meditation – stilling over-active ‘monkey’ minds. Mental chatter is often no more than unconscious shrieking – ungoverned swinging from one thought-branch to another. Conscious observation is required.

Meditation to the rescue! As we learn simply to observe the fantastic tales authored in our heads, we equip ourselves to deal with the actual stories of life. Quietly watching the ticker tape of thoughts that do not require reaction or response preserves energy for those that do.

Meditation trains us in the practice of discernment. Imagined stories teach our brains to live in life’s real stories – but it is only the actual ones we need to act upon, not the ticking ticker tape. We are not required to know, still less to act upon teacher’s passing thoughts on her way to class.

We need not waste energy with rumour. Meditation keeps mental streets clear so that we deal better with real life. Anyone, anywhere, here and now. Universal – neither guru nor joining fee required – meditation affords the gift of quiet consciousness, and befriends it.