Esoteric Counting the Beats
I feel like a little poetry today. It is hot this morning and the mind is in a lazy mode, where tripping on words is pleasing. At first, it seemed some various poem with the word hypnosis would do just fine, but my fingers and search engines are not giving me the response I seek. Just modern poets that speak not to me, but to someone else.
In my search, I found Robert Graves Counting the Beats. Someone put a side note next to it that it is “hypnotic.” Giving it ago, I have just spent the last several moments contemplating it. If one reads it in a hypnotic roll, it is rather pleasing for self-hypnosis. However, I find some down sides - the poem itself, though I suspect many of us relate, has a few negative words (death) and thoughts, so I am not sure it would make for a fabulous induction in general.
See what you think.
Counting the Beats
You, love, and I,
(He whispers) you and I,
And if no more than only you and I
What care you or I ?
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Cloudless day,
Night, and a cloudless day,
Yet the huge storm will burst upon their heads one day
From a bitter sky.
Where shall we be,
(She whispers) where shall we be,
When death strikes home, O where then shall we be
Who were you and I ?
Not there but here,
(He whispers) only here,
As we are, here, together, now and here,
Always you and I.
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Source: Western Michigan University
