Mindfulness
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There is no revolution but
The inner revolution of
The deeper revolution of
The utter revolution of
The soul.
And I am only free when I
Can feel that I am free to truly
Know that I AM FREE
Hot little sweetness
Oh! My goodness
Let's take a walk
And make meaning of every halt.
Come, let's be our bolt
In pattern and in action of any kind
Let's be blind.
Ch'an music II
Drink in a whilethe image ofan unfilled teacup.
Enter that spaceflawless, open,enclosed by porcelain walls.
I want to praise you
For all you’ve done.
The actions you’ve taken
To become who’ve you’ve become.
Everyday
You take a path unknown,
And he saw
The light in my eyes,
He saw I was trying,
I was holding on tight.
Once I felt freedom,
Now I feel too much.
How could I have fallen so deeply,
for a soul so phlegmatic now?
As you remain impervious
by the atrophy of our love,
Awaken she
A newness of heart
A rebirth of the mind
Quietly she embraced
The day as the night
slipped away
The piercing of the gunshot and the race between my heart and mind is on
And just like the pounding of running feet on the pavement, my heart is racing
But it is the only thing I can hear
The circle
The rustle of the blanket
Pulling me away from sleep
From silence
But in the absence of silence
In the midst of noise
Peace
my child,
peace within.
I skipped a rock
the ripples spin.
I seek the truth
I threw the stone,
but still I ponder
Where did it go?
Peace within.
Look at the lake
Take it easy
Your mind is thin paper held up to the sun
Through it shines colors the eye can’t even see,
But you’re quick to burn too fast...
Be mindful & burn slow...
My minds got me convinced that I'm scared of the silence , so I sit here with the music off.
My minds got me convinced that I'm scared of feeling alone, so I set my phone to airplane mode.
Mindfulness
What is it you cannot live without?
Take you time,
think about it,
breathe in and breathe out.
What is it, that keeps you up for countless nights?
The dog barking, baby crying,
As the light of the sun hits my face, darkness goes astray. Into the sunlight I let my troubles pass along. As I feel the wind across my arm, my heart floats to my sleeve and now I feel open-hearted.
No hawk ever spoke onthermodynamicsyet they soar on columns of air—Sometimes I see the pillars in the sky(a colonnade of winds)I enter in at the palace gate.
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Fossil fashions,The relics of yesterday,I dig through my drawers.TV, radio, papers, people,A thousand words a second,A downpour floods my garden.The sun shines on all,
A poem about confidence is a lot like a poem about love;
They both involve deep emotions that can only be unlocked by one’s self.
Whether it be confidence or love, when push comes to shove,
If the flames burn auburn in the chill of the night
Patient rests my soul, for the eve of first light
Notice not I, the cold that endures
But wait for the sun whose golden glow assures
I stare into a shrinking candle’s flickering flame on my dusty, wax stained rug, on empty, still, Friday nights.
I'm finally going to fill up the pages of my life.
No more blanks. No more hesitation to fill in the spaces
with bold, deliberate strokes.
I'm going to be able to focus again
Along with the wind
My mind flows
As a cool breeze
Kisses my cheek
And bright, colorful leaves
Fill my eyes
Such a beautiful sight
Within walking meditatiion
Unearth my spirit,
Leave my pride aside,
Foresake all of those who are without grace.
As self cognizance shall be praised,
For WE-US-ALL live unmistakably woven into our nature of existence.
