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
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
Photo by: lyleritcher on Instagram
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.
Thank you for the time; I’ll nurture
Past, present and future
While time meanders about; without
I shall remain still
Instilled in peace
Even though the world of mine will decide to end
Nothing permanent in this realm
And I am reborn once again
Everything was as it was meant to be
All the right words and all the right action had been done
Nothing was missing from the day
And nothing extra was added
Contentment in the moment
A spiritual guide had been placed
To teach and help you learn
For you to have a reason to keep going
For you to find peace.
I have written a million poems about the rain;
And I could write a million more.
Rain drops are falling this morning at 5 am.
The city shrouded in darkness again.
So I take a quick walk to “soak it in”.
Wind blowing the trees along the cityscape.
Dripping and dropping all around me.
They protect me from my own mind.
I’m calm and at peace.
Everyone lays asleep in their beds and the rain sounds so dreamy.
And when I return home; the ambience of rain and silence remains.
I hope it rains all day.
Contentment comfortably is the greatest luxury.
A mansion is not needed to rest your eyes.
Keep clean where you abide.
I am rich in spirit; In my lines you hear it.
Health is wealth; so build the self.
But do not attach to life; as we are all sent death.
Use your home as a Zendo of peace.
Everything you have is everything that you need.
Illusions of riches soon we lose with attrition.
Meditation on the dharma; the life has been given.
I am no teacher; so I’ll just have a seat.
Loving the poetry; in my Zendo retreat.
The sunrise.
It breaks the darkness into light
Illuminating this beautiful world
Thank you for this day
A day of an eternal rising blue sky
You dont know where freedom lies
Building our own prisons
Slaves to your own possession
Please find your way
And escape the matrix of your design
Before it is too late
Because freedom isn’t out there
Its in here.
In the temple I await sunrays
Another day; free as a bird
Simplicity and peace
All that I need
Letting go and falling into Zen
Nothing is required
In the here and now.
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