Meditation Poems
The sky of soul - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
Crossing the far away sky of soul
In the pilgrimage of light
on the fine coast of extinction,
we will meet
There, in whose space
creation first became existence
we will turn this monotonic world
into a celestial melody of sounds
In the emptiness spinning
without aims or needs
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Towards the East
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Craving the pulse of newness and
freshness of hatchlings,
dawn opens wide its door.
Towards the East,
the paterfamilias' familiar terrain of open lineage;
a lone pendant smiles.
It holds aloft the cemetery bliss,
opening buds of petals and re-greening blades
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Pilgrimage
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I sit, this morn, on the bed of
A dried-up rivulet,
Head-bent and full of compunction.
It’s clam-quiet except for the impatient
Squawks above which prompt my heartbeat.
I raise my head, heavy with grief.
Climbers and weevils align in a silent choir,
Singing with precision the lines of a forgotten
Mirth.
It’s 5 o’clock in the morning — a time when
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Expansive
by Falling Awake
Eyelids peel away
Pupils enlarge
Neural synapses open
Air slips in my veins
Blood stream widens
Each cell breathes new energy
My heart beats faster
More expansive
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The Coronation of Autumn
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Autumn was next witnessed
Through the eyes of a coquettish October,
The somnolent month that spreads fast its
Mat of diffused pleasure.
And should there be a tendril pulse,
Let it hammer the flesh of youth, who
Witnessed through the eye of a dream
The hasty coronation of Autumn —
The crowning of promises belching
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Renewed Prayers
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
What prayers do I say
At the catacombs
This morning of high dew?
And who shall burn a taper
Behind me
To ease the ghost-darkness of a
Frightened city?
What stanza of the paternoster
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Meditation Hour
by Ghairo Daniels
MEDITATION HOUR
Love notes written on vellum
Music scores with smiles between lines
Written in symbols, circles or waves
When lids closed for an hour
I’m inside a strand of hair
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Park Therapy
by Stewart Watkins
I saw two eastern tiger swallowtails today.
I watched as they flickered, fluttered, and frolicked, rising and dipping.
A calm breeze gently passed my way.
In the distance, a boy mirthfully turned and flipped.
A sanguine sun coyly peeked through tall pines and sweet gums.
Then a gentle voice came and caressed my ears.
I savored sweet breaths as a bee crossed and hummed.
And I heard, "Shhh! Hold on, I'm abating all troubles and banishing all fears."
on my back, looking up
by Rikske Kessner
from the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer
the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peals -
egg shells of heavy footed plunder...
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Magnolia
by T. Caddy
Sitting under the magnolia tree in late summer
The sky is a luminous crackle of varnish on an ancient vase.
I am staring up, staring through a creature’s veins,
innumerable shades of verdant gold
sap rushing into and out of cells,
botanical respiration humming
on just the other side
of sight and sound.
The tree says nothing
and I say nothing.
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