Poetry competition CLOSED 23rd April 2021 6:24pm
WINNER
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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What type of Buddhism has entrenched within You?
Poetry Contest Description
i KNOW who my Buddhists Poets are, but who are the spilliers of Buddhism ideals? Looking for spills of Buddhist like or similar ~
Give me Your effin faith, mf!!
i want to know You
i want to feel You
even if You're not a pagan
give me Your reasons why
YOU WOULD NEVER EVER CROSS THE LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
i want to know You
i want to feel You
even if You're not a pagan
give me Your reasons why
YOU WOULD NEVER EVER CROSS THE LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Anonymous
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Planetary Alignment
In the quiet temple of time I close my eyes
Full Lotus style in sitting acceptance
Closing my eyes
Elevating my mind, relaxing my heartrates
Transcending to the evolution realm of my Crown Charka
Slowing opening the portal of my Chi
Revealing the doorway to the passage of enlightment
The comforting insignia of my Dragon’s Blood incense sailing
Inhaling the aroma of my foreign allegiance to my ancestral greatness
Conjoining the positive momentum
Purging the unconstructiveness
Allying the spirit of my mind and heart
Cleansing each sovereign of my psyche
The reverence of my charisma unadorned
Contained by the mystical devout chants to traverse
Into a world of articulated linguistics
The channeling energy conforms my anointed essence
I am now synonymous with compassion as I bow to the wonderous unity of Mother Earth
The defined universe embraces the silhouette of my soul
Benediction brings me closer to the celestial consecration
I am now at one
Full Lotus style in sitting acceptance
Closing my eyes
Elevating my mind, relaxing my heartrates
Transcending to the evolution realm of my Crown Charka
Slowing opening the portal of my Chi
Revealing the doorway to the passage of enlightment
The comforting insignia of my Dragon’s Blood incense sailing
Inhaling the aroma of my foreign allegiance to my ancestral greatness
Conjoining the positive momentum
Purging the unconstructiveness
Allying the spirit of my mind and heart
Cleansing each sovereign of my psyche
The reverence of my charisma unadorned
Contained by the mystical devout chants to traverse
Into a world of articulated linguistics
The channeling energy conforms my anointed essence
I am now synonymous with compassion as I bow to the wonderous unity of Mother Earth
The defined universe embraces the silhouette of my soul
Benediction brings me closer to the celestial consecration
I am now at one
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Paths of need
for I am each, and they are me
the cosmos one true entity.
Each footfall on the cobbled street
a child's first step
the wire without a safety-net
Dry tomes, wise words
inner gears that spin a web,
distractions as they flow and ebb.
Distance never hold's the unlocked door
with just a push, its truths outpour.
The embodiment of nature's ease
searching for the inner self.
The endless tides that wash the kelp
a constancy to be refreshed.
Barefoot through torment; fingers numb
the rock face yields no grip
For knowledge is the unclimbed cliff
a summit of unspent wealth, is reached.
For I am each, and they are me
acceptance finds tranquillity
the cosmos one true entity.
Each footfall on the cobbled street
a child's first step
the wire without a safety-net
Dry tomes, wise words
inner gears that spin a web,
distractions as they flow and ebb.
Distance never hold's the unlocked door
with just a push, its truths outpour.
The embodiment of nature's ease
searching for the inner self.
The endless tides that wash the kelp
a constancy to be refreshed.
Barefoot through torment; fingers numb
the rock face yields no grip
For knowledge is the unclimbed cliff
a summit of unspent wealth, is reached.
For I am each, and they are me
acceptance finds tranquillity
Written by slipalong
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A POEM ABOUT MIND FULLNESS
ain't no quiet in here, mama
'cause this monkey don't sleep
and there ain't enough wisdom
in the whole buddha-wise world of dog eared books
to reign that rank beast in
and so there ain't no quiet jasmine scented peace
like what i wished for
'til i learn to hear past it
and that ain't no kinhin in the park
(that's a joke)
like i got these clouds rollin'
thick and ominous
as the ocean from whence they sprung
rumblin' rat grey and troubling this anxious mind
and a worried sailor takes to the bridge
to scan the horizon
for some slither of ice blue
calm
and i'm trying
and he say
don't try
just breathe
and well, shit
if that ain't just another something
to tax my frazzle
(if you get my drift)
'cause this monkey don't sleep
and there ain't enough wisdom
in the whole buddha-wise world of dog eared books
to reign that rank beast in
and so there ain't no quiet jasmine scented peace
like what i wished for
'til i learn to hear past it
and that ain't no kinhin in the park
(that's a joke)
like i got these clouds rollin'
thick and ominous
as the ocean from whence they sprung
rumblin' rat grey and troubling this anxious mind
and a worried sailor takes to the bridge
to scan the horizon
for some slither of ice blue
calm
and i'm trying
and he say
don't try
just breathe
and well, shit
if that ain't just another something
to tax my frazzle
(if you get my drift)
Written by javalini
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A town called Transcendence
Sapling’s rise from the forest floor
In times when trees can walk no more.
They teach the ways of root and leaf
and cut the ragweed from belief.
As sure as sun will bring the rain
the laws of droplets can be changed.
The owl that turns his head to see
will be at one with all that breathe.
A flower-bud bursts into life
the bloom so bright it carries light,
a cry announced into the world,
yet still the blossom starts to curl.
Of spiders that rebuild each web
and walk the path step by step,
with nothing and no need of choice
Nirvana is the silenced voice.
In times when trees can walk no more.
They teach the ways of root and leaf
and cut the ragweed from belief.
As sure as sun will bring the rain
the laws of droplets can be changed.
The owl that turns his head to see
will be at one with all that breathe.
A flower-bud bursts into life
the bloom so bright it carries light,
a cry announced into the world,
yet still the blossom starts to curl.
Of spiders that rebuild each web
and walk the path step by step,
with nothing and no need of choice
Nirvana is the silenced voice.
Written by Razzerleaf
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Lessons of Emptiness
- Lessons of Emptiness -
Samurai Serenity
The First Lesson
There was a rugged bridge over a turbulent riverbed,
Washed over by clear waters fed from the mountain.
Swordsmen oft clashed there, turning the waters red,
When their blood sprayed out, like unto a fountain…
Released at the moment when they realized their end.
Coming to emptiness, and in that finding their destiny!
To prepare themselves: for whatever fate might send,
The Samurai would contemplate emptiness in dignity.
Can you think back to a point before you knew fear?
When innocence fired your imagination with boldness.
Before your first sorrows, before the first shed tear…
You were empty, and yet filled with wonder’s caress.
In contemplating the sword, one is ever the student…
The world is the teacher, and every battle the lesson.
True mastery comes not ever to one who is arrogant!
So empty your ego; thus, let your katana truly glisten.
Wait not for death to show you the enlightened path,
The dead need learn no more, for they are beyond…
Be empty of any anger; be not ruled, by petty wrath!
Seek to learn, and of the journey become most fond.
The Second Lesson
Thus were the thoughts, of one beautiful swordsman,
Who came to the bridge one morning: in the spring…
His sword at his side: his mind shifting, like fine sand.
Empty of fear, open to the world and to everything…
Like a child hoping to discover some golden wonder.
Another waited for him upon the far side, so silently!
Above in the sky, gathered clouds and loud thunder.
Whilst the waters of the river flowed forever gently…
Caressing the bones, of those who perished in duels.
Both men looked down at the dead; felt no terrors…
For fear could not touch them as it could most fools.
To give in to one’s fear is to give in to one’s errors…
But also to know one’s limits is to find new strength.
So each swordsman looked upon the other intently!
Their eyes met and time seemed to halt for a length.
Each knew, that the other could kill almost instantly,
And to the moment of that realization came peace…
For both knew, that they could not hope to prevail!
So they bowed and walked away, never to cease…
Learning: about life and living, without shame or fail.
The Third Lesson
Mercy and benevolence are both honorable virtues,
As strong as steel that cannot be broken with wear.
To be open to them, one must be willing to choose,
The path of emptying oneself of greed’s evil snare…
Becoming humble, and willing to serve their fellows.
Lest one fall into the waters, that await the prideful!
One cannot easily fathom, wherever the river flows.
But one cannot learn, by being stubborn or spiteful!
The mountain cares not, for it stands tall, unmoving.
People are not mountains, for we care as we roam,
Each upon a path that can, countless fates so bring!
Yet, only one will be yours, as solidly as cold stone.
Living in the moment, open to all that life can offer…
One is empty of fear and free to see what is hidden.
A gift and a treasure not found, in any gilded coffer.
One’s destiny is not to be thrown unto the midden!
We all come to a bridge to be crossed cautiously…
Some will fall, some will stand, and others walk on.
You cannot plan for that hour; accept it, gracefully!
For a path can be long, and oft we have but begun.
Samurai Serenity
The First Lesson
There was a rugged bridge over a turbulent riverbed,
Washed over by clear waters fed from the mountain.
Swordsmen oft clashed there, turning the waters red,
When their blood sprayed out, like unto a fountain…
Released at the moment when they realized their end.
Coming to emptiness, and in that finding their destiny!
To prepare themselves: for whatever fate might send,
The Samurai would contemplate emptiness in dignity.
Can you think back to a point before you knew fear?
When innocence fired your imagination with boldness.
Before your first sorrows, before the first shed tear…
You were empty, and yet filled with wonder’s caress.
In contemplating the sword, one is ever the student…
The world is the teacher, and every battle the lesson.
True mastery comes not ever to one who is arrogant!
So empty your ego; thus, let your katana truly glisten.
Wait not for death to show you the enlightened path,
The dead need learn no more, for they are beyond…
Be empty of any anger; be not ruled, by petty wrath!
Seek to learn, and of the journey become most fond.
The Second Lesson
Thus were the thoughts, of one beautiful swordsman,
Who came to the bridge one morning: in the spring…
His sword at his side: his mind shifting, like fine sand.
Empty of fear, open to the world and to everything…
Like a child hoping to discover some golden wonder.
Another waited for him upon the far side, so silently!
Above in the sky, gathered clouds and loud thunder.
Whilst the waters of the river flowed forever gently…
Caressing the bones, of those who perished in duels.
Both men looked down at the dead; felt no terrors…
For fear could not touch them as it could most fools.
To give in to one’s fear is to give in to one’s errors…
But also to know one’s limits is to find new strength.
So each swordsman looked upon the other intently!
Their eyes met and time seemed to halt for a length.
Each knew, that the other could kill almost instantly,
And to the moment of that realization came peace…
For both knew, that they could not hope to prevail!
So they bowed and walked away, never to cease…
Learning: about life and living, without shame or fail.
The Third Lesson
Mercy and benevolence are both honorable virtues,
As strong as steel that cannot be broken with wear.
To be open to them, one must be willing to choose,
The path of emptying oneself of greed’s evil snare…
Becoming humble, and willing to serve their fellows.
Lest one fall into the waters, that await the prideful!
One cannot easily fathom, wherever the river flows.
But one cannot learn, by being stubborn or spiteful!
The mountain cares not, for it stands tall, unmoving.
People are not mountains, for we care as we roam,
Each upon a path that can, countless fates so bring!
Yet, only one will be yours, as solidly as cold stone.
Living in the moment, open to all that life can offer…
One is empty of fear and free to see what is hidden.
A gift and a treasure not found, in any gilded coffer.
One’s destiny is not to be thrown unto the midden!
We all come to a bridge to be crossed cautiously…
Some will fall, some will stand, and others walk on.
You cannot plan for that hour; accept it, gracefully!
For a path can be long, and oft we have but begun.
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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Joyously I May Roam
These eyes they surrender
to the far reaching mighty gaze
These ears they listen
the transcending call to the praise
This lips will continue to utter
the grace of his name, forever and ever
limbs carrying a body to wonder
the abode of thy celestial yonder
the center of world’s existence
the glory of human’s penance
home for all saints and sinners
Manasarovar and Rakshaters
the rider of swan saw no peak
burrough depth the boar sees abyss
yet in a little space, my heart seeks
I see and feel the dance of bliss
this heavenly host, your true home
Let the truth be known,
how joyously I may roam
to the far reaching mighty gaze
These ears they listen
the transcending call to the praise
This lips will continue to utter
the grace of his name, forever and ever
limbs carrying a body to wonder
the abode of thy celestial yonder
the center of world’s existence
the glory of human’s penance
home for all saints and sinners
Manasarovar and Rakshaters
the rider of swan saw no peak
burrough depth the boar sees abyss
yet in a little space, my heart seeks
I see and feel the dance of bliss
this heavenly host, your true home
Let the truth be known,
how joyously I may roam
Written by XiaoLong
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Love of god!
a train on a slow paced day
start thy mountainous way
seeing the snow capped peaks
with yaks gracing for its daily heat
changing landscapes in the distant
a calming heart in this instance
purest sound, aum, transcends
peaks and valleys of Tibetan lands
a treasure of yours so vast indeed
shared by all your kinsmen in need
life is joyous, I draw from your grace
a grace always within with no haste
This journey is for devotion
guided by saints who have sinned
by men of faith, lesser in knowledge
By family led by caste, by traditions
knowing a false world with thy hope
and pure love are thee, the love of god!
I have always sinned, yet
your grace always within me
start thy mountainous way
seeing the snow capped peaks
with yaks gracing for its daily heat
changing landscapes in the distant
a calming heart in this instance
purest sound, aum, transcends
peaks and valleys of Tibetan lands
a treasure of yours so vast indeed
shared by all your kinsmen in need
life is joyous, I draw from your grace
a grace always within with no haste
This journey is for devotion
guided by saints who have sinned
by men of faith, lesser in knowledge
By family led by caste, by traditions
knowing a false world with thy hope
and pure love are thee, the love of god!
I have always sinned, yet
your grace always within me
Written by XiaoLong
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