Awaken in the silence
Buddha science
Hot coffee hits the lips
There is no moment but this
Appreciated
Peaceful aint it?
Silent morning
Tag Archives: Short poem
Real?
In this winding net we weave and still believe in
Fact or fiction. What is this vision called reality?
My dreams sometimes seem far more tangible
So which existence is it we really live in or which ones a vision?
Perhaps neither are alive or… what we deem is our survival
Too much mandela effect here and deja vu
Psychedelics leave us more clues
They say seeing speaks reality into existence
I see eyes in all directions when I’m trippin
As the matrix watches I walk through that particular realm
How many are there? Honestly which one is real?
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Finding Peace
I could try to type to light a fire with words
But I try to write to make it right ; Flight like birds
Touch the skyline of the city with compassion
Guanyin tactics needed to drastically manage this planet
Whether your Christian Muslim or Catholic
Peace be upon you… in other words you could say salaam too…
Regardless we can all praise the jewel in the lotus
With mindful focus
Its the peace we need to find
You know this
Image: Buddhas hand. – China
Tacklebox
The typewriter magic clickedy clackin’
I ransack the tacklebox for shiny tabernak and apple sauce
I basket my ball and dribble with fiddle sticks a little bit; aweeee shiet.
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Dawn
When the clouds part; when the sky blue
When the old out; and the in new
Im waiting here; In eye of storm
Shining bright; sunshine at dawn
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Freedom found
Freedom at the tips of my finger; I write on whim
I just write, write a bit till its done, its fin
Days can be strange but I find peace in all
Freedom in all; Even inside of these walls
Freedom in the traffic in the concrete jungle
On the bus or on my bike I am moving undone now
Undone is the release peace of mind I can find
At any place, at any day, at anytime
Today is the day
With so much drama in the world today; find time to play
Breathe in the ocean and trees when its needed please just
Don’t let it get to you; you are wonderful / indredible
We can all put our best food forward towards a better future
Where everything grows naturally happily
I want to put these puzzle pieces together clever
A world peace endevour
Can we all please get along now its been so long now
So its its time to put the bombs down
Deweaponize and calm now
Do we really need to harm this earth? I think not is the plot
Thats why I choose to jot
Mother earth doesnt ask for much I wish not to take
Today we give back.
Today is the day.
Writing practice for the mind.
Sandra and I must be losing our mind
Using all of this time
Trying to unwind
We try to live simplified lives; why?
If we look backwards we have been there before
There is no more; absent liquid to be poured
We adore what is less
What is less is what is more
Trying to be practically pure.
Dedicated to MA!
Short poem in the AM
3:30 am I awaken to sit on cushion
The morning is calm on a Saturday
The city sleeps
Now as I get up
Move to the desk
I try not to clutch; try not to attach
But I must clutch this coffee
And this vape…
Tidy house; Tidy Mind
A tidy house is a tidy mind. Pick up the little pieces and find peace underneath it. Cracks and crevasses imbedded with Zen settled in. Once purified we can find the where’s and why’s. I find mine long before 9 am. Cleaning again as I always do. I must be thorough; scour the house for tidbits of dirt; I refurbish. Making the bed with care, whats here; whats there. All of the dishes sparkle clean and the drawers they are in. Desks and tables scrubbed to shine; of course cannot forget my shrine. A tidy house is a tidy mind.
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