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Post by explorer on Dec 6, 2018 4:57:26 GMT -5
The man pulling radishes
points the way,
The things that can happen
In the world today!
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Dec 11, 2018 19:51:39 GMT -5
Post by explorer on Dec 11, 2018 19:51:39 GMT -5
A friend talks of being in the Spiritual Place as "dwelling in the abyss."
I felt inspired by that phrase to write a little poem:
Floating in the Silence
in a place that's deep and profound
Nothing to see or feel or hear,
No sights, sensations or sounds.
It's a lonely place but also safe,
Where nothing is ever amiss,
Floating in the silence,
Dwelling in the abyss.
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Dec 12, 2018 13:33:15 GMT -5
Post by siftingtothetruth on Dec 12, 2018 13:33:15 GMT -5
The Self is
cold when it is warm
warm when it is cold.
Even when I am
gasping for breath
I breathe freely.
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Dec 18, 2018 5:18:45 GMT -5
Post by glimmer on Dec 18, 2018 5:18:45 GMT -5
caught out
slinking through
I wasn’t about
staying
it can be easier
to walk
in the rain
zen master
hands me a
towel and pen
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Dec 22, 2018 17:56:06 GMT -5
Post by bluey on Dec 22, 2018 17:56:06 GMT -5
Awaken in your bedroom, Awaken from the sleep, Awaken from the crowd, Awaken from the sheep. Awaken in a city, Awaken in a town, Awaken where you are, Awaken here and now. Awaken, awaken, This the hour, Step out of the dream, Discover who you are. Awaken, awaken, Hear the urgent call, Awaken, awaken, Awakening is all. Exactly ☝️ |
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Post by laughter on Apr 30, 2019 1:34:12 GMT -5
(remembering charliegee just now)
in the silence, feel it now
forget who, what why or how
in the stillness, there you'll know
what never moves and always so
on the shining pathless path
the laws and limits fade and pass
during free fall, be the space
only truth leaves any trace
a joy that words can never say
is what you'll find on any day
that falsity is left to fade
with emptiness true heart is made
humanity is an embrace
a big wet kiss on your true face
leave the madness far behind
center on what transcends kind
love is always everywhere
remembered sweet scent in the air
it actually was ever so
what was it that obscured below?
no matter is it for the mind
all thinking ever tastes is rind
open to the world today
and stand in awe without dismay
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Post by glimmer on Jun 9, 2019 4:06:45 GMT -5
what comes now
after so many words
ah,
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Jun 9, 2019 4:09:41 GMT -5
Post by glimmer on Jun 9, 2019 4:09:41 GMT -5
Charliegee, gee
grace of space
and a cup of joe
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Jun 9, 2019 4:12:35 GMT -5
Post by glimmer on Jun 9, 2019 4:12:35 GMT -5
blueberry muffin buttered with a cup of joe sunday closes sweetly CG 8/22/10 Yes, Charlie, yes. |
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Post by glimmer on Jun 16, 2019 4:07:20 GMT -5
jump is
an answer
beyond question
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Jun 21, 2019 4:03:50 GMT -5
Post by glimmer on Jun 21, 2019 4:03:50 GMT -5
right now
when I fall
into the falling
it hits
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2019 23:07:39 GMT -5
My stab at poetic glory. Laffy eat your heart out.
Ode To or On Enigma
Oh enigma,
Your jabs cause a stigma,
They shock my poor meema,
And stir up maligna,
They sully the digna,
Of worthier foes,
And set of explosions,
That make poor reefs glow,
Red like a poker of simmering woe.
As much as we struggle
To topple your flow,
It seems like nocturnal
Felinic devices
Exude from your gastric and deep formed crevices (pronounced to rhyme with devices)
And grab us like vices
To chatter our hopes
So groveling, sniveling we all just don’t cope.
Oh Enigma!
Come back to the place
Where your glory
Is dope!
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Post by bluey on Jul 7, 2019 18:21:28 GMT -5
Thanks Glimmer for the messages on your interest on Donnas poetry.
I have told her and she's going to send you and others the first two poems on the Knights journey. There are four parts but sharing over the first two parts is enough as....
When I met Donna she had to visit a psychologist. As her family were worried. The psychologist was trying to bring her back in to her mind just as she was taught.
As Donna had suddenly awakened without a method or teacher. The poetry was pouring in. Her family couldn't understand the silence she had befriended.
But meeting her and taking her to see Ian was important in her self development and only Donna can point out her expression in her poetry on That even if people claim it as their own. As some have tried but that's another story which doesn't matter.
Just like I said to her a poster Glimmer is interested in your poetry and her heart opened up to serve
I will see her in the week and share it over.
I do apologise if it's not the complete poetry but it will serve all the same as she felt pulled to share it with you.
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Jul 8, 2019 1:32:15 GMT -5
Post by glimmer on Jul 8, 2019 1:32:15 GMT -5
Thanks Glimmer for the messages on your interest on Donnas poetry. I have told her and she's going to send you and others the first two poems on the Knights journey. There are four parts but sharing over the first two parts is enough as.... When I met Donna she had to visit a psychologist. As her family were worried. The psychologist was trying to bring her back in to her mind just as she was taught. As Donna had suddenly awakened without a method or teacher. The poetry was pouring in. Her family couldn't understand the silence she had befriended. But meeting her and taking her to see Ian was important in her self development and only Donna can point out her expression in her poetry on That even if people claim it as their own. As some have tried but that's another story which doesn't matter. Just like I said to her a poster Glimmer is interested in your poetry and her heart opened up to serve I will see her in the week and share it over. I do apologise if it's not the complete poetry but it will serve all the same as she felt pulled to share it with you. Hi bluey, anything Donna cares to share is the matter of it. 🙂 |
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Jul 8, 2019 15:57:29 GMT -5
Post by justlikeyou on Jul 8, 2019 15:57:29 GMT -5
curious...
the way he looked
after I pass
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