Sit in your cell as in paradise.
Put the whole world behind you & forget it.
Watch your thoughts like a good fisherman watching for fish.
The path you must follow is in the Psalms—never leave it.
Emily Dickinson following the above Brief Rule of St. Romuald:
Standing with her niece, ED mimed the motion of turning a key in her bedroom door lock. “It’s just a turn — and freedom, Matty!”
Sweet hours have perished here,
This is a mighty room -
Within its precincts hopes have played
Now shadows in the tomb.*
When writer Emily went downstairs — to bake or cook or garden or tend the plants of her conservatory — she carried her cell with her.
Forgot the world briefly, watched her thoughts like a fisher.
I’m doing that today. Remembering to forget. Watching for what’s visible when I pause –
*Revise! Make it your own poem: ED’s alternate words: timid for mighty; fallow for shadows