Meditation Poems
Ego
by Ali Abdullah
She’s tricky
She undermines your progress
Suggesting things based on what you’re weak about
You realize in her absence it was all nonsense
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She attacks you, she protects you
She distract you with things you don’t need
Just to get herself stronger
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Lotus Song
by Kevin Taylor
Om-mani birds
hold back the night
Om mani padme hum
Old nun bee Padme-hum
she waggles to the lotus song
Om mani padme hum
Om Metteyya
Om Maitreya
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Live in Mercy - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
And this that we call life,
it is no more than the opening
and closing of a eye
a crevice in the unborn
through which there shone
a beam of light.
Perhaps we are only here to say,
live in the mercy
of the enkindless immensity.
Thoughts
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Thoughts are impediments
Grown by the sea, with the tide meandering
For such growth under the sun.
Such are the words of a crackpot,
Dejected and seasick, yet among dry woods,
Heads are bowed in thoughts.
Thoughts are primitive.
The seething wavelength caresses the void.
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I Wonder~
by Besa Dede
Monotony of days this life is.
I am always in awe from it.
Will it ever be worth anything?
Would it ever change a little bit? ...
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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I Wonder~
by Besa Dede
Monotony of days this life is.
I am always in awe from it.
Will it ever be worth anything?
Would it ever change a little bit? ...
