The article is rejected
twice,
the time spent shrinks in my mind and the critical work
summed to a few pages.
Having a voice is all,
giving a contribution is hard.
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Cognitive reframing – Article in ThriveGlobal
Where do I spend my time? Is work really taking over my day?
I have combined an article about the importance of time from the cell level to our mindest and present a small trick to gain a more objective perspective on where we spend our time.
Cognitive reframing is a very powerful trick to shed a new light on our daily routine and how we spend our time. (link to ThriveGlobal)
Warm like bread
The bed is too big for us,
Who search hands and check on each other.
The apartment is too big for us,
Who eat sitting nearby and from the same plate.
The city is too big for us,
Who share passions and destinations.
The world is too big for us,
Who travel together and fight the two body problem.
Lab with view
These Windows let the questions in
And connect me to the feelings
Outside The lab.
This screen throws personalities
And judgement
Towards my learning heart.
My zone
Like a panoramic balcony
Or a fast black bike,
My zone fits me.
Pins my feet down and my fingers up,
While my thoughts travel and evolve
Planning my version of my future.
It has a fresh breeze
Even when indoor
And always has a START sign.
Silent hand
I support with my orders,
My leadership annoys you
Yet keeps the boat afloat
And the night tight.
Your silence and complaints
Support me in the days
Of fights and hateful discussions
Worth a soft touch.
Future today
What hides in the grass
Grown in this day of transition?
Fruits like Easter eggs
Are hard to see,
Yet precious and rewarding
For the eye of the naïve.
Work, health, friends, emails, future plans
Are ripening hidden in the green
Of hope and routine.
Zoom out
The struggle is to simplify
Spotting what makes a true difference
From what makes naturally chaos.
Zooming out of the daily vibrations,
The value of affection and loyalty
Comes through the days of silence
Empowered and solid.
Horizon mark
A thin line defines the border
At the end of the hills
and before the blue.
Green and yellow
mark a new season that is arriving
And drives me to wonder
What is next.
Owl determination
The owl turns its head
And searches for a better company
In the spontaneous thick foliage
Of the park.
Its feet are still and solid,
They know the here contain a spot of love
And do not want to leave.
Baby vision
Red Hair and a pointy nose
Are your ticket in this trip
Between mountains of velvety sheeps
and tons of vivid petals.
I see what you see
With suspense
And touch those peculiarities
That dot the panorama
And that drive me to the top.
Karma ampulla
Those shy corners and shiny ampullas
Surround me and hide.
My search is today personal
And of the highest importance.
Glassware of finger-size collect and mix
While I look through
with patience and focus for my karma.
The air in me
Untouchable and at limit of believing
I force my breath down
In this difficult theatrical living.
It swirls, it warms, it takes,
It gives
Attention and proportion.
Perspective nr.1
Politicians discuss for living,
Magicians disappear for amusement,
Bakers burn for flavour,
And scientists struggle for progress.
Physics of time
It turns and comes back
Today, tomorrow, whenever I watch
This situation of stall
That keeps me wandering and idle.
Time is circular
When problems are involved
And very linear when moving forward is difficult.
Get this physics.
Absence point of view
I am dealing with your absence
Like a crow with a stick,
Moving it with difficulty
Trying to play it at my advantage.
I change view
And grab this time to myself
And grow my writing and my lettuce
To be a better person
For a joint better life.
Personal ripening
Refrain from participation,
Observation is the highest way of learning
And critical assessment.
Preserver your opinions
And let them ripen
Far from the others’ sight.
Golden and juicy
You will enjoy them in solitude.
Job interview
You threw your ball
To the distracted crowd
And wait now for it
To be in the air
Again.
It flies back to you
Sometimes covering the reassuring sun
Covered in possibilities and maybes.
Catch.
Window opening
The skyscraper is empty
When the dark falls inside and outside.
Alone at the desk,
Thoughts chase each other
And your will to open that window
Returns.
Escaping or expanding
Towards the new
Is so refreshing.
Dimension hunt
The moon is certainly outside my window
I know it from school and from experience.
The moon so white and distant
Sheds an objective value
on what demands my attention today
But does not deserve it.
I feel big in my box of thoughts
And small in an universe
That is expanding.
Closing my eyes I find my dimension
And only my pink small hands can measure my zone of action.
Music background
Crazy is being afraid
Movements are stopped
And breathing is apnea.
You own it, you run forward,
You write, you decide the coming minute.
Next you choose the music
Playing in the back of your actions
And That soundtrack will not leave you
until your mission is complete.
Lab dreams
Like a movie with no sound,
The stories unrolling in the lab
Are told by gestures and frantic moves
Pulling papers and plastics in the air.
The dreams of science
Are in squared frames
Hanging behind the door
But always lit in the heart of a scientist.
Painting research
Trust me when I say
Tomorrow holds no final result.
The move you made today
will take you forward
Maybe a step maybe a mile
But the final is out of sight.
Today and tomorrow will merge
And your silent efforts will translate
In a stroke of brush
On a painting that will never reach
The final version.
You watch it from too close now,
You cannot create it alone,
But you will see it the day you dare to drift back.
A single experiment
Tired days go by
While the perspective changes
And shows desirable scenarios for the future.
The questions of yesterday
Have found their answer
But left new doors open.
A single experiment
Cannot solve everything
As it can hardly feed my greedy monster
For a day.
Sunset
The sun sets on my labbook
Even today
When streams of numbers and
Tangles of lines
Drew a new panorama
Made of lights and surprise
for my lifelong hypothesis.
Precision
On the edge of micrograms
I observe this world
And wonder what matters,
What makes a difference.
