![]() Subscribe to InReview’s free weekly newsletter here. Readers can support our work with a donation. InReview is an open access, non-profit arts and culture journalism project. This article is republished from InReview under a Creative Commons licence. Thoughts about time out being as important as time in inspire two offerings from Dinali Virasinghe for this week’s Poet’s Corner. We recommend you set the canonical link of this content to to insure that your SEO is not penalised. However, if the image has an InReview photographer credit or is marked as “supplied”, you are free to republish it with the appropriate credits. We have created numerous pathways in many academic areas such as: Advanced Placement, Concurrent Enrollment, Career and Technical. Please note that images are not generally included in this creative commons licence as in most cases we are not the copyright owner. You must attribute the author and note prominently that the article was originally published by InReview. You are free to republish the text and graphics contained in this article online and in print, on the condition that you follow our republishing guidelines. A poetry book will be awarded to each accepted contributor. Readers’ original and unpublished poems of up to 40 lines can be emailed, with postal address, to Submissions should be in the body of the email, not as attachments. A teacher of yoga, environmental scientist and gardener, her collection ‘Meandering on the Margins’ was published last year and she has read her work on Radio Adelaide and regularly reads at Soul Lounge Adelaide. That pays no heed to bank balances or status symbols.īorn in Sri Lanka, Dinali Virasinghe lives in Adelaide. Within the cosmic festival of living and dying To justify our existence in the meanness of modernity, To hear the breath that moves from my being to yours,Īnd notice the soul that stirs in raptureĮach moment reclaimed from the humdrum busyness ![]() ![]() To eavesdrop on the chitter-chatter of birds To gaze at the etcher sketch tableaux that is our sky, To the horizon of disappearance in the west. Photo: Waxing half moon over Brofjorden by W.carter, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons Can I stop now?Ī possum wakes to acrobatically manoeuvre through trees.īirds have long finished their day’s song.
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