Carol Mitra Poet Free verse

The Fourth Floor Room of My Mind

I have climbed three floors and I’m out of breath
Reaching the fourth, I break out into a sweat.
The four stages of life, are the four floors
My mind is the back room 
of the fourth of nowhere.


I put down my bags and sing out a tune
My pace is now slow, I don’t need to climb 
down anymore.
The trick is to keep my fourth floor 
room without clutter
And travel down memory lane without any mutter.

I can fly up high or run down a hill
Swim in the wide Ocean,or just sit still
My dreams are now,all that I make
And dose off awhile, even when I’m awake.

I pen down my lines, or sing out of tune
No one to judge me, I’m out of the race
On the fourth floor of nowhere in my back room
I’m am now considering to journey over the moon.

10.09.2020

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Unseeking Seeker September 11, 2020 at 2:21 AM Waking, dreaming, deep sleep and then the fourth ... as we go forth ... into Turiya ... then Turiyatita ... Samadhi ... renewed within in continuity Carol Mitra September 11, 2020 at 2:38 AM True.....That's one way of seeing it.

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh September 10, 2020 at 11:18 PM Brilliant ! Like it. Carol Mitra September 10, 2020 at 11:46 PM Thanks Akham....much appreciated.